Brotherhood of Children

Sing to the song of moonlight and dreams,

Where magic and monsters run free.

If you are a child, you understand.

And I know that I'm not crazy.

 

Call to the children who listen well,

Hearing what the wind will say

When it dances around the sky.

We can hear it, plain as day.

 

Hear the whispers talk to us

From the place far in sky.

Can you hear calling us,

Long before we are called to die.?

 

The brotherhood for innocence

Where young and old belong,

It is the first comradery

And the last when we're gone

 

 

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