When the world for me was new
Yesterday was upside down
Summer skies were always blue
And feet would scarcely touch the ground

The gate to heaven was a wheel
With spokes of thought that made no sound
And everything you'd wish to feel
Was ever present in the round... and round... and round...

Adventure playground - every street
And each day we danced anew
We felt the mud beneath our feet
The grassy scent of early dew

Did we live far away from home?
Was planet earth a foreign land?
How have we lost what we once owned
And locked the cuffs on our own hands?

Think of the children! - Is all you will hear
Think of the children! - It's a mantra of fear
Think of the children! - If down that road you go
Then "Think of the children!" is all you will know

If you consider all the dangers
You've encountered in your time
Every chance that you were here no more
Every final line...

Sometimes thoughts can cut as razor blades
Circles vicious in our minds
Turn the wheel the other way
Or get left behind...

Now locked up tight inside a cage
And unaccustomed to the light
Our children victims of the age
Of the imaginary fight

We spin cocoons of spider thread
A superstructure of the night
Succumbing meekly to the dread
The cold "What if?" of careless fright

Think of the children! - Is all you can hear
Think of the children! - It's a mantra of fear
Think of the children! - If down that road you go
Then "Think of the children!" is all you will know