Toyland, toyland
Little girl and boy land
While you dwell within it
You are ever happy there
Childhood's joy land
Mystic merry toyland
Once you pass its borders
You can ne'er return again
When you've grown up, my dears
And are as old as I
You'll laugh and ponder on the years
That roll so swiftly by, my dears
That roll so swiftly by
Childhood's joy land
Mystic merry toyland
Once you pass its borders
You can ne'er return again
Yet we are in such a hurry to lay the world and its addictions, on their shoulders.
Our unwillingness to raise children in innocence is killing us.
Why do we feel compelled to rush them into the age of concent and adulthood? Why lay our desires in them as innocents?
It’s the same lesson from the Garden. We have the choice, as adults, to guard the hearts and minds of our children.
Innocents? “Once you pass its borders, you can ne’er return”
Shame on us. Shame on us.
Little girl and boy land
While you dwell within it
You are ever happy there
Childhood's joy land
Mystic merry toyland
Once you pass its borders
You can ne'er return again
When you've grown up, my dears
And are as old as I
You'll laugh and ponder on the years
That roll so swiftly by, my dears
That roll so swiftly by
Childhood's joy land
Mystic merry toyland
Once you pass its borders
You can ne'er return again
Yet we are in such a hurry to lay the world and its addictions, on their shoulders.
Our unwillingness to raise children in innocence is killing us.
Why do we feel compelled to rush them into the age of concent and adulthood? Why lay our desires in them as innocents?
It’s the same lesson from the Garden. We have the choice, as adults, to guard the hearts and minds of our children.
Innocents? “Once you pass its borders, you can ne’er return”
Shame on us. Shame on us.
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