Kid from the past

The kid from the past
visits me in my dreams--
singing songs of memory;
where world has no boundary.

Sing it to me, sing it,
sing me to sleep kid,
sing me to sleep happily.
I won't wake up
till everything's alright.

Sing it to me, sing it,
sing me to fall asleep,
sing me till I'm awake
and I shall wake
when there's no hate.