‘A child can ask questions that a wise man cannot answer’

These are the words to a song I wrote some time ago, called Frightened –

I’m just like you

I play with my friends, I go to school

I cry when I graze my knee

I like ice cream

Are you like me?

I’m just like you

I ‘ll gasp at a rainbow and scuff my shoe

I still wish we’d have chocolate for tea

don’t like homework

are you like me?

I have lots of questions

no one can answer

sometimes I have nightmares

do you have them too?

the grownups are crying

airwaves are dancing

another suicide bomber

I’m frightened

I’m just like you

just watch what I’ll  make with some paper and glue

I’ll climb through a window when mum’s lost her key

why cant we be friends?

you and me

I have lots of questions

that wait to be answered

dark are the days

I wonder what’s true

wailing and crying

the Grim Reaper’s dancing

more landmines were planted

I’m frightened

I have lots of questions

no one can answer

sometimes I have nightmares

do you have them too?

wailing and crying

the Grim Reaper’s dancing

tall towers tumbling

I’m frightened…like you