WAY BACK

Nothing… I just miss being a kid.
When my mother would leave for work while I dig
Through the outside house,
When I ran off to the gate and plead
“Stay, Don’t go, Don’t leave me here”

Nothing… I just miss being a kid.
When we go to church while I lay
With my father’s muscled shoulders
While I see his eyes praying me to be good as I grow older
When I get tired of standing and plead
“Carry me please, I’m sleepy, I want a shield”

Nothing… I just miss being a kid.
When every time I wake up in the morn and kiss their cheeks
And pray that they would be fine every time I leave
“Lord Please take care of them while I study to be in the lead”

Nothing… I just miss being a kid.
When every time I get sick
I’ll always hear them by my side
Praying that God would bless me and cure me with his heal
When every time I say my tummy aches
They would respond,
“what do you want to take?”

Nothing… I just miss being a kid.
When every time I got bruised
My mom would blow it and say just wait for a while
Getting the medicine to prevent further pain and tell me
“Shh. Everything will be fine”

Nothing… I just miss being a kid.
Whenever I got tantrums and cry
And nag everybody around me and try to fly
They would tease me and stag
While mom spank them and tell them that I am still a child

Nothing… I just miss being a kid.
When I could sneak and sleep in their room
And whenever it happens, I always feel grateful having them.
Feeling secure that nobody can hurt me being with ‘em.

Nothing… I just miss being a kid.
When I could still hug them without being shy
When I could still be the sweetest to them without turning the other side

When I could be myself and still be innocent of the things
When I could cry whenever without thinking if I am too over-acting for the scene.
When I could sing to them the first song that I’d learned
When I could tell them how much it hurts while they comfort me and carry me and tell me they’ll just always here.