
COME OUT AND PLAY
on an emerald hill, under a big oak tree,
Embraced by the warmness of the day.
we will have such fun,
using the open field as our play house.
It will be sooo delicious,
Neath our splendid oak tree.
if we can use their wings,
and teach us how to fly.
We will fly to the stars,
and dare to speak our fears aloud.
tears are ok,
the world below needs rain.
We all have many problems,
to us that are truely real.
For when I comfort the child in you,
I also comfort the child in me.