It's time to lock that little boy back into his cage again
The boy who grew up playing in drains and on fields
Who ate and laughed and where everything was only 5 minutes away
Who skinned his knees all the time and forgot where he put everything
Who loved without expecting anything in return and was happy to do so
Who always thought and still secretly believes that good would wins over all.

It's time to lock that part of him up and head over again
Where the smiles aren't as sincere
And the only hands held are stiff handshakes
Where the pantry isn't always stacked with food and drink
Where the food isn't homecooked and as satisfying
Where words are calculated and numbers are budgets
Where friendships are not for life and neither are wives
Where the houses aren't as crowded but have lesser memories
Where intelligence and cunning rule over kindness and compassion

I'm sorry you have to be locked up kid, but you can't survive out there.
Maybe one day someone will let you out again.

It's time to grow up again.

I don't want to lose you or that little boy.