Do you remember what it was like to be small?
Brave enough to have cried about the soap in your eyes
But you gave it all up to grow tall

And do you remember the words we exchanged?
Put your best foot forward
Nothing lost, nothing gained

Do you remember what it was like to be small?
Scared of the dark, and not of your heart
Ready and willing to give it your all

Now ink and paint spill forth from your mouth
Hey—at least it’s out