Cris’s World

I wish it was those times again
When I was just a child of 9,
And playing was the only thing,
I did or want to do

Like the sun gone up to work
Big girls and boys all around
Went out to do the same
While cloudy eyed, I slipped around
To find a bed and sleep again

My wants were so small, my needs even less,
Cause I could name the things I liked
In ones, twos and threes

Running around, no thing of shame
Climbing and crawling, a happy deal
Bruises and wounds, ack who cares?

If none could see me
Or hear what I say
I should do as I please
Jump, laugh or sing loud

I should jump up so high
In every street that is brown
Not scared of an eye
Or faces that frown

I would laugh out so loud
Till my throat should so ache
I would sing out so loud
Till I can a word make

I would walk past them all
Make faces at them
And then tell them all
Am scared of noone

I would play with my dolls
With none to tease me
And take them all malls
without any shame

It is the 14th of Feb,
I’ll meet my boy in the park.
I said I’ll wear all pink,
His eyes went down his cheeks,
‘But pink says you are free’
And I said ‘Oh but I am’

I knew he’d pick roses for me,
14 of them, all red ‘n pure
And smile at me with twinkling eyes
‘These for you I’ve brought’

I’ve a little speech planned.
Lookin at those melting eyes
I’ll talk about the moon I see
race the sky all night
Just to have a look at me
and watch me wink at it.
It will then turn into a boat,
the handsomest of all
to let me in ‘n row our way,
all through the sky together.