Thoughts

Childish Sparks

When I was young I had a light in me and over the years that light started to die.
     Some say that when we were young we were childish but I say we were free.
     My cousin let go of that light and now she is cold. I never stopped fighting to keep that light yet it still slips through my fingers.
     People have told me to grow up but I don't listen and I keep fighting for that light, that special spark we all had as little kids.
I don't fight because people told me I should grow up. I fight for the innocence and ignorance all children have at the beginning. Before the world caves in on the innocence and ignorance that they have.