Kids
Isabelle CASIER
When the kids left they said they had to work
In London, in the States, in Poland or in Spain
So they left, and sometimes they’re not so far away, they say
But we all know they’re gone, we all know they left home
Though we can still hear them playing in their overheated room
So the kids left, and maybe they will forgive us for all our little secrets
All the things that we kept away from them
Now they left, they are sometimes back with us for Christmas
Then they sit at our table and smile when you ask if all is fine
Things have changed so much, don’t ask me how
Now our kids have their own secrets to hide
Though we can still hear them playing in their overheated room