Lullaby for the travelling child

Fotografia de Alex Radelich

My love, remain a child
The world will force you to grow
Either if you are a lamb or not,
The wolf will turn you into a wolf
My love, the world is like a coloured pencil
It will paint you even if you are the best painter
My love, remain a child
You will be sick and tired of the world if you grow up
It is so cruel that the moment you forget your childhood,
it turns you into a stone.....