In the playground when i was young,

lots of gentle songs were sung,

Prince and princess,

kings and queens,

all who wondered who they could be,

doctors, scientists,

or a vet,

Fluttering visions inside their budding heads,

Gathering with friends,

to share their all mighty dreams,

Tho there were outcasts,

those who shouldn’t be known,

those who dreamed not normal,

aliens and ghosts,

th...