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