The Kingdom Of Childhood
In the land of the forgotten tucked far away
In a box of memories for a rainy day
Lived the Kingdom of Childhood, once strong and proud
Now abandoned and silent all year round
Not a single person in the kingdom is awake
For the people were put to sleep for their own sake
The streets are bare and the shops are too quiet
For even the mice have been put to silence
There are weeds overgrowing the stone village wall
And dust is covering the peddlers stall.
And if you follow the now unused path till the end
You'll see foxes and rabbits asleep in their dens.
And at the end of that path just a slight bit further
You will see a golden gate covered in rust and dust
And if you push open that rusty dusty old gold gate
You will see the Castle of Childhood.
Made out of gold and looking very old
It sits alone and waits
Waiting for the child who once ruled over the kingdom to come home
And take his seat once more upon his golden throne
But the Castle as lonely as it may be
Is not quite as alone as it may seem
You see standing still and strong outside the great door
Is a Great lonely knight
The only one awake if the need comes to fight
And some terrible enemy who may try to invade
Will never be able to get past his great golden blade.
With a sword made of honor and a shield made of pride
He stands guard and waits abiding his time
For the day he can put down his sword and shield
And retire his armor and break the doors seal
But that day will never come
For children always grow up
And put away all childish things
and enter adult hood and all that it brings
and so
In the land of the forgotten tucked far away
In a box of memories for a rainy day
Lived the Kingdom of Childhood