Post by Lyrikitty on Jan 5, 2009 22:14:00 GMT -5
A child,
Who sees a pretty thing in the window,
Who screams and cries for it.
One who throws away everything they have,
Everything that makes them happy,
Everything they ever wanted,
For something they have no use for.
A little girl,
Reaching for the moon,
Begging for it, aching for it.
What would she do if she got it?
What use would she have for it?
Why must we throw away our happiness
Fistful by fistful
Not thinking twice about it,
Just because we see something?
Something foreing and new,
Something we think will make us happier than anything else could?
Are we so blind that we appreciate not
The small things?
Quiet days spent under the shade of a tree,
Long nights held tightly by one who cares.
Dusty roads and hot summers.
The gentle smile, and tender touch
of one who loves us more than we know?
For a moment, do we stop and think of this,
while we fling it all away?
Never.
We are but children,
Begging for the moon.
Who sees a pretty thing in the window,
Who screams and cries for it.
One who throws away everything they have,
Everything that makes them happy,
Everything they ever wanted,
For something they have no use for.
A little girl,
Reaching for the moon,
Begging for it, aching for it.
What would she do if she got it?
What use would she have for it?
Why must we throw away our happiness
Fistful by fistful
Not thinking twice about it,
Just because we see something?
Something foreing and new,
Something we think will make us happier than anything else could?
Are we so blind that we appreciate not
The small things?
Quiet days spent under the shade of a tree,
Long nights held tightly by one who cares.
Dusty roads and hot summers.
The gentle smile, and tender touch
of one who loves us more than we know?
For a moment, do we stop and think of this,
while we fling it all away?
Never.
We are but children,
Begging for the moon.