It's quiet simple when I'm listening. You keep leading me all the way home. These messages. You've been offering as a magical child. An essential child. It hinges on the driver's seat. It depends on who's in control. When I waver on the attuning. I kill a magical child. This essential child. Oh. To thine own self be true. To my core self be true. When direction is confounding. When vitality is far gone. When the spark is out uninspiring. I call the magical child. The essential child. Oh. To thine own self be true. To my core self be true. When I'm lost and I'm unraveling. When I'm off my track and I float. When I need true north and some grounding. I call the magical child. The essential child. This angelic child. This innocent child. To thine own self be true. To my core self be true. Angelic child. Innocent child. Magical child. Essential child