To become a child,
  Back in the womb,
  All worries tied,
  Deep in their tomb.

  No one to question,
  Why I should cry?
  Unseen adoration,
  Got nil a try.

  To live without know,
  Of the world and evil.
  Never to have to grow,
  In the midst of the devil.

  A life in all merry,
  Hope to aging souls,
  To soothe their worries,
  With unheard howls.

  To get innocence back,
  To trust magic and fairies,
  Ghosts and monsters in the rack,
  My only other worries.