To Be a Child

I miss being a child

When my fear was the dark

When tomorrow wasn't a question

I miss being a child

When school was fun

When the weekends were endless

I miss being a child

When food was a given

When money was for Monoply

I miss being a child

When stress was choosing a crayon

When work was cleaning toys

I miss being a child

When everything was simple

When everything was easy