Of all things lost...
When I was a small girl, Joy made my heart unfurl, When dad came home early, Or mom called me a fairy, With a sparkling eye I beheld every second, The outside world was yet to beckon… I've seen now the ways of the world, Fought every battle life hurled, Yet even as I hope for something unfeigned, A sense of awe every time is ripped, And a scar is deeply inked… Till all that will remain is a cynical armour, Of the wide eyed girl full of wonder. With experiences that burden my shoulder, Meaninglessly I drift and ponder, On love and friends, that are gone, On hopes and dreams bygone, But of all things that I've lost, I miss my Innocence the most... I miss my Innocence the most.. .