Oh innocense where have you gone
Upon parchment canvas I beg the days back
I would have liked to have been
all and more that you asked of me...
I once was fearless and mighty
But now I cower in the corners
I once saw beauty in the rain and mud
But now my vision is clouded
I once was ignorant of this harsh world
But now my eyes are open to it's evils
I once was softened wax
warmed by the sun
and molded by your hand
Now I am but hardened clay
waiting for the healing rains
to soften me again some day
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Something to think about.Well done!