all my hopes and dreams scattered like ashes up in flames a quiet disaster one day something went wrong everything changed now we re patching these holes in our souls where a ball and chain we were better off when we were little children when our faith came as easy as breathing when we dreamed we could fly hope was shining in our eyes we were better off when we were little children we used to fill our days running just to pass time now life s a race we re running just to survive now our bones are tired and i have grown weary there were dreams in my mind dreams i could see so clearly we were better off when we were little children when our faith came as easy as breathing when we dreamed we could fly hope was shining in our eyes we were better off when we were little children where did you go simple little heart of mine feels like every year you re a little more hard to find we were better off when we were little children when our faith came as easy as breathing when we dreamed we could fly hope was shining in our eyes we were better off when we were little children