The Innocent Children
Light up the Room,
by the children,
You can hear their laughter,
down the hall,
the funny part is,
their laughing at nothing at all,
How is it that somewhere
between the ages of twelve
you lose that sweet
and you become serious,
You no longer find simple things funny,
you watch your weight,
and care only about money,
for a new pair of expensive jeans,
or those wonderful shoe,
I just sit and I muse
Why dont I laugh like that anymore?
And smile while im just thinking?
Where did my childhood go?
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