What is this illusion called the innocence of youth?
Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth.
As children we believed
The grandest sight to see
Was something lovely wrapped beneath the tree.
But, Heaven only knows
That packages and bows
Can never heal a hurting human soul.
No more lives torn apart,
That wars would never start,
And time would heal all hearts.
And everyone would have a friend,
And right would always win,
And love would never end,
This is my grown-up Christmas list.
