Was there ever any good or just the rose colored glasses of childhood
The fiery romance of a fairytale, quenched by cold waters when first love did fail
Wishes cast on a shining star now seem lost in time\'s distance so far
The thrill of Santa night before, evaporated dreams in a grown up\'s closet to store
The charm of magic taken from one\'s eyes, now seen as nothing but a hoodwinker\'s lies
A child\'s kneeling belief in God, striped away with innocence\'s green sod
So with aged eyes defiled, let me again be beguiled seeing with the eyes of a child