When I was three feet tall. I loved them all. And lived life for myself. Falling down for laughs. Your photograph. Some puppets made of felt. Watching life in Oz Thanksgiving eve on grandma's old TV. Dancing roundabout I'd twist and shout for everyone to see. Impersonality. It's leaning hard on me. Momma's in a shop. Watching little sister by myself. Robbed a wishing pond. In a fleeting bond. Vowed to share the wealth. Scooping up the coins. A warning shot from some authority. Doesn't matter now but I'll shout out loud for everyone to see. Never got to know you. Did you ever wonder why. Now it's nice to know you. And I'm glad you're doing fine. Think of all the time lost. Was it really lost at all. Now I'm so proud of ya. I'd love to tell you all I see. Listen hard to your realities. Impersonality. It's leaning hard on me.