We are all little kids at heart.
We look like adults, we act like adults,
but deep inside, there's still a little kid.
We are so easily hurt, even though we know better!
We are so jealous, even though we know better!
We are so quick to anger, even though we know better!
It's hard to act grown up when the little kid inside is
so tender, so vulnerable, so easily hurt.
We have no Dad to run to, no Mom to hug us.
It's OK to have the joy of a kid,
we love to laugh, play games, even run around.
The joy of a child is a wonderful experience,
but the hurt of a child seems wrong to us.
Perhaps we fail to understand,
we are all little kids inside!
We look like adults, we act like adults,
but deep inside, there's still a little kid.
We are so easily hurt, even though we know better!
We are so jealous, even though we know better!
We are so quick to anger, even though we know better!
It's hard to act grown up when the little kid inside is
so tender, so vulnerable, so easily hurt.
We have no Dad to run to, no Mom to hug us.
It's OK to have the joy of a kid,
we love to laugh, play games, even run around.
The joy of a child is a wonderful experience,
but the hurt of a child seems wrong to us.
Perhaps we fail to understand,
we are all little kids inside!
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