PLAYTHINGS





Just a big playground this whole world seems
We are but playthings, that's all.
Building our hopes in a land of dreams
Only to see them fall.
And when at last the shadows fall
What have we been after all?

Chorus
Playthings, only little playthings, that's all the world seems to be
Right from the cradle of sweet baby joys,
Life plays with you like a child with its toys,
Hearts that are true, may beat for you,
But to the world what are they?
Playthings, only little playthings, made to be broken some day.