When We Were Little

If you knew me, you would understand.
All of my life I hold in my hand.

In my heart, in my mind.
Everything plays a part upon even a state of time.

I can tell you and convince you I'm fine but with my regret I really am not.
There is a time we say good bye but is worth it for how we fought.

Heart and mind, body and soul.
Everything comes together into one big hole.

Solid on the outside hollow in the middle.
Why did we forget when we were little?