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The Child Inside

The child inside of me.

is the child I used to be.

The hopes and fears

Of the child inside

are still alive in me,

and every day, in every way

I’m still the child inside.


The child inside shapes the view

of the world I see today

and the eyes of the child

are round and wide

and I will be their guide.


For the child inside everything is new,

every road and every lane

we’ve yet to travel through,

and the tiny hands of the child inside

nestle inside mine

and every soul I touch

will touch the child inside.


The child inside is innocent

And free of any stain

but we are linked by deeper bonds

our soul is the very same.

The child inside

is me inside,

the conscience within my pride.



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