Samael Wolf

(I'm not sure when I lived / Indiana)

The Eyes of a Child


When I was young
so very small
the world was a huge place of wonder
it was a vast universe of endless possibility
then I grew old, so very tired
and I knew what it was all about
the love ran cold
the heart not so bold
the limits began to show their ugly heads
the eyes of the child still remain
I still look at the world the same
even with jaded glasses
Are you still a child
with dreams run wild
or have you given up on all?
Summon your will,
the child remains with you still
and as we know
a child will lead us.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Edited: Monday, March 28, 2011

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