the child lost
the child you were
the child you are
the child you have
the child you lost
the child in all of us
the child we rely on to keep us believing in the magic in the world
the miracles
the love
the beauty in life
the joy in stopping long enough to smell the roses and relax
but if you lose touch with them
you forget it all
magic is makebelieve
miracles are fake
love doesnt exist
beauty fades
roses die
but the child keeps us alive
its a part of us
if we lose the piece that makes the puzzle whole its never finished
if we lose our final reminder that the world is beautiful
we lose ourselves
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