Innocent Eyes of the Color Blind
I think I finally understand it.
Why the past makes us so melancholy.
Itβs the joy and innocence- felt as kids,
this grown up world is so mean and ugly.
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We miss jumping ropes, holding hands with friends,
just time to play, no worries, no demands.
Home made cookies, with fresh made lemonade,
playing hopscotch, freeze tag and kick the cans.
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I never gave a thought about your face,
or understood about color or race.
So, we find ourselves longing for release,
crave better times, when what we knew was peace
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Oh, the innocent eyes and ears of youth,
come, so you see me and I see you too
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