I once believed the world was kind,
That every road would lead me home;
The sky seemed close, the days were wide,
And fear had not yet learned my name.
I trusted words as truth itself,
And smiles as promises kept whole;
The future shone like morning dew
Unmarked by doubt or hidden role.
Then time stepped in with quieter feet
And showed me loss, and grief, and wrong;
I learned that hearts can break in hush,
And days may wound while moving on.
The laughter softened, dreams grew thin,
The world wore shades I'd never seen;
Yet through the cracks of broken trust
A deeper light began to lean.
For innocence had taught me hope,
And experience taught me sight;
One gave the courage first to dream,
The other taught me how to fight.
Now walking paths of mixed terrain,
With child and elder side by side,
I carry wonder tempered well
By truths the years no more can hide.
So let the heart remember both—
The faith of youth, the wisdom gained;
For life is richest when the soul
Is touched by loss, yet not unstained.
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