Remember the Child

We were small beneath the endless sky, Every cloud could be a sign. Every broken thing could still be bright, Every dark could learn to shine. Then the years put armor on our hearts, Taught us how to hide the pain. We became so careful with our souls, We forgot how to feel rain. But somewhere in the quiet, Under all we hide, There’s a voice still calling, Soft and bright inside. Remember the child you used to be, The one who still believes. The one who cried, the one who dreamed, The one who wore the wind on their sleeves. Remember the heart, remember the light, Before the world turned wild. If love is still alive in us, Then don’t forget the child. Children need a tender kind of truth, Gentle hands and open eyes. But grown-up words can turn so hard and cold, When we leave our own behind. Maybe being strong is not to close, Not to turn your soul to stone. Maybe growing up means holding on To the wonder we have known. There’s a door we carry, Hidden by the years, Open it with kindness, Open it with tears. Remember the child you used to be, The one who still believes. The one who cried, the one who dreamed, The one who wore the wind on their sleeves. Remember the heart, remember the light, Before the world turned wild. If love is still alive in us, Then don’t forget the child. Not every scar should make us colder, Not every year should close our eyes. The purest part of who we are Is waiting there behind the pride. Final Chorus Remember the child you used to be, The one who still believes. The one who feared, the one who hoped, The one who found gold in the leaves. Remember the heart, remember the light, Before the world turned wild. Grow older if you have to — But don’t forget the child.