some of something

T'would be marvelous if our world was all made of nice things and happy moments
movements of wonder
Tis' not reality in the end - tis' but our best wishes, imaginations of our naive minds
minds of wonder
Blood spilled around and all you're able to do is apologize, cry, tremble and fall
falling of wonder
No excuses and no more jokes
T'would be wonderful to do what we wanted to, if all and all were but sugar
It turns out to be far more bitter then we waited it to be
wishers of wonder
youngsters of wonder
No one ever cared about what we felt, what we wanted to say
wishes of wonder
What what what and what we always longed for
No money, no power, any greedy dirty adult aspirations
all and all we wanted one thing of wonder
love of wonder