Tell me about the Innocence Child,
The one we played with in our youth,
The one who always was carefree,
The one that always told the truth,
Tell me about the Innocence Child,
The one not tainted by humanity,
The one who could laugh at nothing,
Always bringing its calamity,
Tell me about the Innocence Child,
The one who died in defeat,
The one we forgot so long ago,
When we ran from it in retreat,
Tell me about the Innocence Child,
And why it never did last,
Tell me why when we grow up,
That we leave it in our past,
Tell me about the Innocence Child,
And why that child cannot stay,
That when it finally comes a certain time,
We kick it out of our way.
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Journal Of The Fallen
PoetryThis is a journal of poetry I've written over the years
