I hope I become a child again
Before I enter heaven
But a child who plays an instrument
A fiddle or a plow
Out in the sunny fields all day
A child who can drive to town
To chat among the neighbors
And bring home ice cream
A child who wanders the hollows
Dependent on creeks and quiet
For even the simplest things
A child who says please and thank you
When his angel comes
To take him home
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