Childhood Dreams


Young and feeble; with your eyes wide and anticipating
'Tis for the mind of a child that broken dreams are awaiting
When world peace and freedom can no longer shelter you
It is for this tragic reality that you must run to
A yearning heart awoken by the truth
The inevitable fate of your starry-eyed youth
When the ill-fated existence gnaws you slender
It is those juvenile dreams that you can no longer remember
When every ounce of your fantasy has escaped the soul
The essence of certainty will takes its toll
Dead and withered-what your imagination may seem
For this is the demise of every childhood dream

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