If I had a grip on time, I'd bind the children to the state they are.
If I had a grip on mind, I'd erase the dreams of when am grown.
Forever they'll dream of cupcakes and rainbows,
of pansies and musicals,
of princesses and magicals,
of princes and carnivals.
They won't know of the test of time,
For they won't grow to feel their mind.
They won't know what it takes to survive,
For the world will fight for their kind.
They won't see the horror of life,
Won't feel the anguish of sorrow.
They won't burn a tear in strife,
Won't bend the knee for a fateless tomorrow.
I'll break the cycle of age be the death of death.
I'll...