There were four happy children 

Who lived perfectly then 

If only perfect could be forever

They wouldn't trade it, no never 

If only they could turn back time 

And feel happiness at its prime 

If only they were patient

And their memories were not ancient 

But vivid, real and alive 

Like the playgrounds and sea dives 

For it's better to be loved, even for a moment 

Even if love leaves you in torment 

At least she remembered it was all perfect

Until four actions caused a dear effect 

As she watched them burn in flames

She was convinced life was playing games 

We were once four happy children 

Who lived perfectly then 

If only perfect could be forever 

We wouldn't trade it, no never

If only we were survivors

But no, we were liars 

THIS POEM WAS INSPIRED BY E. LOCKHART “WE WERE LIARS”