A child see’s life,
with wonder in their eyes…
And with life experiences,
they begin to cry.
Questions of why,
develop with tears that falls,
and as they get older
they build a steel wall.
And this wall does not filter,
it’s not kind, it’s not warm,
the heart gets harder,
it builds a perfect storm.
But the gift of life,
is we choose in the end.
And maybe talking will release
the pain that’s within.
Yes there are tears,
but there is also love…
That is God’s gift
it’s one I’m grateful of.
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