Time
Time
Is our childhood a past life? Or a dream?
A place where we left a piece of our soul behind, at the playground, on the swing
A soul left behind, picked up gently by the wind;
&Then I wonder if time steals our innocence, or if its society to blame
&Suddenly nothing was the same.
&The pain, you wouldn’t believe the pain
The pain that lay beneath ...
Tuesday 27th January 2015 8:07 pm
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