Base Song: Our Children, Ragtime

Summary: He babysat a unch of Jormun children, which kind of sucked? But also made him kind of like. Look back and be kinda. "Oh. Fuck me, my childhood was kind of terrible."

How they play Finding treasure in the sand They're learning about land These children How they laugh I have never laughed like this Every waking moment, bliss What children See them running down the beach How they run so fast... Toward the future... From the past How they dance Unembarrassed and alone Hearing music of their own These children It's unfair Unemcumbered by the dark Solemn joy and sudden spark Just children See them running down the beach Children run so fast Toward the future From the past There they stand Making footprints in the sand Living life as it's planned Just children Such small lives Silhouetted by the blue Unlike me though I want to Have freedom Like children