As fleeting as the scent of violetsCharming as a lover's gazePenetrating as the eye of sun that stares the night to dayA fruit from my mother's gardenA wink from my father's eyeTucked under weedy passages that keep me digging for whyOh my childhoodThe memories I keepThe ones that lose me sleepLike something burning in the distanceOh my childhoodIs like a long lost friendLike a feather in the windKeeps coming home againA whisper underneath the coversA tune that never leaves my headVoices from the other room that comfort me inside my bedA light underneath the doorwayAn old shoe that still fitsThe genie of my soul that always offers one more wishOh my childhoodThe memories I keepThe ones that lose me sleepLike something burning in the distanceOh my childhoodIs like a long lost friendLike a feather in the windKeeps coming home againSometimes she knocks and I don't answerSometimes she laughs and I don't smileI may be older now but I'm not wiserTo refuse this childAs fleeting as the
scent of violetsCharming as a lover's gazePenetrating as the eye of sun that stares the night to dayA fruit from my mother's gardenA wink from my father's eyeThe power and the innocence that rock me through the nightOh my childhoodThe memories I keepThe ones that lose me sleepLike something burning in the distanceOh my childhoodIs like a long lost friendLike a feather in the windKeeps coming home again
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