People rushing,
passing us by,
Stuck in their boxes as time flies ,
"No time to smell the roses!"
They say and stick up their noses,
But we laugh and dance,
"We are children,
LET US BE LET US BE"
People slowing,
watching us run,
Peacfully dreaming widly,
"No time to smell the roses"
We say and stick up our noses,
They shake their heads in disapproval
"You 've turned away from real life,
shoud've
LET YOU BE, LET YOU BE"
