[HEADING=1]Innocence Lost[/HEADING]
The quiet crib, the dead of night
Her pale eyes, small hands a joyous sight
A smile, a laugh that makes the stones cry
You hold your hand to her, she grasps with all her might
The first steps, first words, blessing to thy heart
The sad realization of age brings sorrow with a start
The innocence that sparkles beyond her eyes
Soon a cruel world will tear that glint apart
Simply a child, energy abound
Runs through fields and forest or just simply around
At the end of the day, your warm arms she returns
Her head in her dreams, her mind off the ground
Age catches up, society joins
Her cries to parents to buy clothes she needs coins
The makeup and blush, age what is young
Adult and child mixed up and entwined
We ask why, how did they age
When we ourselves remember the page
They find themselves in, a cut so deep and hurt
Shadows beneath their eyes, dark and beige
At the end of the day, arms to cry is what they need
The trials of life and love begin to feed
At the innocent soul, she once was seen
Her spirit 'most broken, and her body freed
You stand a rock amongst the sea of life
Do not wear away in her strife
Stability and understanding
Her rock forever.