Sweet Child

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?