Do you remember me?
I sat upon your knee;
I wrote to you
With childhood fantasies.

Well, I'm all grown-up now,
And still need help somehow.
I'm not a child,
But my heart still can dream.

So here's my lifelong wish,
My grown-up Christmas list.
Not for myself,
But for a world in need.

R: No more lives torn apart,
   That wars would never start,
   And time would heal all hearts.
   And everyone would have a friend,
   And right would always win,
   And love would never end.
   This is my grown-up Christmas list.

As children we believed
The grandest sight to see
Was something lovely
Wrapped beneath our tree.

Well Heaven surely knows
That packages and bows
Can never heal
A hurting human soul.

R:

What is this illusion called the innocence of youth?
Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth.

R:

This is my grown-up Christmas list.