As children we learn
From right and wrong.
We don't really know anything yet,
But we learn.
Innocence is a peaceful bliss.
As we get older
Things start to change.
Our lives change.
We know what we want to do,
We have our dreams.
Our hopes.
As we grow,
Our experiances lead us to a place,
A place we thing we belong.
But somewhere on the way to our path,
We seem to loose our innocence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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