We Are Not The Children

We are not the children that we think we are
These are our beginnings if we say they are
We are but the dreamers of our dreams
Everything's as easy as it seems

We are just the breathers of this life
There are just the moments that can make it right
We are but the memories of our own past
We are still the makers, of how long they last

We are just the people that others say we are
And the paths we walk, we define how far
We are just the lovers, of the ones we choose to love
Everything's so chosen for us, even when we've had enough

We are just the actors from a play that people see
These are our foundations of the things we wish to be
You are but the essence and the apple of our eye
This is just the nature of the things that pass us by

We are just the painters of the pictures that we see
We are just the speakers of the words we wish to speak
We are but the stories of our glories that are gone
We are just the makers of what's right and isn't wrong

We are just the loved ones of the ones we choose to love
There are but the simple minded who take the smooth home with the rough
We are just the dreamers of the dreams we choose to dream
And everything is easy as it always seemed to seem