A little girl who danced and
sang, as if the whole world stood to watch,
became a woman filled with grief, who
knew no more than loss.
For as she grew, the light within
began to dimly shine, and the sparkle that
once lit her world was trampled by
life’s trials.
The little boy from down the street
who loved to play in dirt,
became a man so full of hate,
he never spoke a word.
As he grew, his love for play
became no more than fear, for if
he grazed a speck of dust, he felt
life would end right here.
But both deep-down are still the same
children they once were. Both love to
play and hope and sing, but fear
has kept them far.
Both have forgotten the child who
once danced and played with joy,
when the world was fresh and new
and yet to be explored.
Sweet child underneath old bones,
how did you so quick forget
there are other worlds for you to know,
deep inside your head?
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