Where has all the magic run away to?
Why has all the excitement gone away too?
Childhood innocence seems but a cruel tease.
Visions of a different time fade in the war breeze.
This is the time to figure out what we are made of.
This is no time to dwell on the things that we're afraid of.
When we finally have all we want I hope that we'll still need it then.
When we finally learn the truth I hope there's someone to believe in it.
I hope I'm alive to see the marriage
Of the children that I haven't even had yet.
I hope that I can shield them from the darkness.
I hope that I can teach them about forgiveness.
Some say that the world changed in a minute.
Maybe a minute is all we need to save it.