It’s all fading into a distant memory br The days when al you needed was br A kiss and a Band-Aid br When a cookie made you the happiest br Kid in the world br When the most trivial decision you had to make br Was whether to wear blue or purple socks br Those days are in the past now br We all wish we could go back br We’re faced with tears of broken hearts br Ghosts of the happy children we used to be br We wear make up to cover our imperfections br Every word we say is an attempt to impress br Our smiles are no longer real br They’re fake smiles just to show everyone br That we’re just fine br When really we cry ourselves to sleep at night br We’re constantly on our knees br Crying out to some one, anyone who will listen br Always we forget that God br Is there to carry us on our path br It may be broken and covered in brush br But he’ll take us through br We’ll end up with a few scars here and there br We shouldn’t hide them br For they shape who we are now br An imperfect peoplebr br Jennifer Solbr br