2. Charity

Had a dream that I was young and dandelions weren’t weeds

And every ship I sent to sea always came back to me

Had a dream that I was young and words were just a maze

Plotted out in black and white across the pictures on the page

 

Charity’s been awful selfish lately

Joy is putting on a frown

Hope has cuts she will not answer for

Grace is slipping, tripping, over nothing at all

 

Had a dream that I was young and every game was fair

And every fit of laughter would do much better to breathe than air

Had a dream that I was young the birds could fly much higher

But I knew I could reach ‘em once I grew a little taller

 

Charity’s been awful selfish lately

Joy is putting on a frown

Hope has cuts she will not answer for

Grace is slipping, tripping, over nothing at all

 

But every day I wake up older

I’m no stronger for the change

And every day I wake up hoping

I’ve passed tomorrow

I’m heading on towards

Yesterday

 

Had a dream that I was young and monsters just had fangs

Didn’t hide their scales and hooks under dresses and bouquets

Had a dream that I was young the world stopped at my lawn

Life was just a page to be drawn on in every colour crayon