All my hopes and dreams scatter 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 my bones are tired and I've 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.