Do you remember me?
I sat upon your knee
I wrote to you with
childhood fantasies
Well I'm all grown up now
and still need somehow
I'm not a child but
my heart still can dream
So here's my life long wish
my grown up Christmas list
not for myself, but
for a world in need
No more lives torn apart
that wars would never start
and time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
and right would always win
and love would never end, oh
this is my grown up Christmas list
As children we believed
the grandest sight to see
was something lovely wrapped
beneath our free
well heaven surely knows
that packages and bows
can never heal a hurting
hurting human soul
...
What is this illusion called?
the innocence of youth
maybe only in our blind
belief can we ever
find the truth