The Child in Us All
Children we are all
When it comes to love
When it comes to the fall
Games need to be played
For in the world of games comes pleasure
Its good to take measure
Common place in our homes
It reminds us we are not alone
When it becomes hated and ill related
We are lost in the seriousness of forgetfulness
Where we came from
Who we are
A constant reminder
We can't let it drift to far
Look at the shining star
Tell me what you see
Is it the child in me
It gives me the power to believe
When others will not
They say let it die and rot
You see it as a fashion
I see it as a passion
Lets agree to disagree
Under this great tree of irony
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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