Here's One To Loss And Longing

Carnival Of Changes

Holding on to my mother's hand,
Climbing onto my father's back,
Every weekend going to the park,
are things that gave me a spark.

So innocent, when I was 9
until the toxic world crept behind.
The stars seemed to never be in my hand
I watched the spark fade away like words in the sand.

Looking at old friends with whom I had a "great" time,
I feel relieved leaving them behind.
I think I can never find
something that will forever be mine.

I loved them,they always lied.
I needed them,the always left me behind.
Now, I want it,but I can't trust it to be all mine.

On the walls of smiles
I used to climb,
but now I seriously don't know anymore
What's behind my smile..