Looking for that spark
The clean and unspoilt gleam in the eye
that you can never get back
after the innonce of your youth
looking for that connection
in the soul of those you meet
and seeing the heart of the man
in his conversation
I can see who you were before
Before that gleam was erased
I can see who I was
before the spark was extinguished
Stepping out beyond the fence
became harder everyday
and so we stayed within the walls we created
Until one day the gate rusted shut
I can see my unborn children
When I hear you laugh
I can feel the joy builing up behind the dam
I wonder what would make it burst
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