Children running through the rain
Laughs echoing as innocent whispers.
The wind playing with their hair
And the grass gently stroking their feet.
They dont care about yesterday
Nor are they worrying about tomorrow.
In the eyes of the children
Every day is but a game.
Who you are becomes an interest locked away
You are all equals.
When you grow up that is all people will want to know
I want to go to Neverland.
Teach them not about skin or looks
Teach them about unconditional love and kindness.