(kim patton johnson/devon o´day)

i knew this kid, his name was michael
he was only four years old
we sat on a rock and started talkin´
and he told me things i didn´t know
he said yesterday he was an indian
and how he played with buffalo
well, i got a sense that he had been there
and he made me really wanna go

chorus: remember waitin´ all year for december
thought god was cryin´ when it rained
and that the stars were fireflies
dreams were real and big as life
it was forever everyday
i was tuckin´ in my little girl
she held my hand and we said a prayer
i prayed, "bless grandma with the angels."
and she said, "hey mom, she´s standin´ over there."
well, i couldn´t see her but i don´t doubt it
maybe ´cause i´m older and less wise
what if heaven´s all around us
but only seen through children´s eyes
(repeat chorus)

they say when you´re old you´re a child again
but do we have to wait ´till then
(repeat chorus)

forever
i knew this kid his name was michael