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Once when I was little

I heard this song by James Morrison tonight & it's speaking to my soul for some reason. I rarely look back on my life, but I am feeling nostalgic and thinking the answers to my future might be hidden in my past. To grow, I am going to have to dig deeper and deal with some lingering beliefs left over from an abusive mother and brother. While I am doing that, here are the lyrics:


I was the one who would always jump in first
I didn’t think twice to look behind
Got such a good feeling just from playing in the dirt
Once when I was little

We could build a rocket, fly to the moon
Leave Tuesday morning, be back for noon
And there wasn’t nothing, nothing that we couldn’t do
Oh, once when I was little, once when I was little

Yeah, I could dream more then
I could believed more then
That the world could only get better

I could be free more then
I could pretend more then
That this life could only show me good times
Once when I was little

There was a time when I trusted everyone
There was no place that I would not go
Spend all day on the hillside next to the barley mow
Oh, once when I was little, yeah, once when I was little

Yeah, I could dream more then
And I believe more then
That the world could only get better

I could be free more then
I could pretend more then
That this life could only show me good times
Once when I was little

I used to feel so strong
Even when they'd tell me, tell me I was wrong
That I can’t live in a magic world
‘Cause it’s time for me to grow up
And I’ve got to live like the rest of them
Well, I know things have been lost

Oh, I could pretend more then
And I could believe more then
That the world, it would only get better

Oh, I could believe more then, yes I could
And I could pretend more then
That this life, it could only show me good times
Once when I was little

So here comes the next one, next in line
Stay as young you can, for the longest time
‘Cause those days flew by
Like a breeze just passing through
Once when I was little



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