You can call me Pan,
‘Cause I’m never growing up.
I may have a beard but I’m a kid at heart,
No cruel words can tear me apart.

I’ll always dream of a brighter future,
Won’t let reality be my sutures.
I’ll work for my joy, not for my pay,
Try my best to help others everyday.

I refuse to lose my humanity,
Maybe I can help others to see.

Who cares if he’s on the streets?
Everyone needs something to eat.
He’s human too, say hello why don’t you?
Maybe you’ll make his sky a little more blue.

Kids don’t judge. They don’t care about skin, gender, or class,
And they certainly don’t give a shit about your past.
They give love to all those around.
They help the lost souls to become found.

Cheer up, have a little fun.
Can’t you see the workday is done?
Don’t just sit mindlessly watching tv,
Help your own kids to be free.
Those chains hold us down,
Better be careful or we will drown.

It’s time for you to be a kid again.
Hang up the briefcase, put down the pen.
Go outside and breathe the air,
It’s time you got out that chair.
I have to go now but I hope you see,
There’s so much more to life than just a screen.

© Peter Troughton