Heather by ~Dark-Answer
Innocence LostThe quiet crib, the dead of nightInnocence Lost by ~Dark-Answer
Her pale eyes, small hands a joyous sight
A smile, a laugh that makes the stones cry
You hold your hand to her, she grasps with all her might
The first steps, first words, blessing to thy heart
The sad realization of age brings sorrow with a start
The innocence that sparkles beyond her eyes
Soon a cruel world will tear that glint apart
Simply a child, energy abound
Runs through fields and forest or just simply around
At the end of the day, your warm arms she returns
Her head in her dreams, her mind off the ground
Age catches up, society joins
Her cries to parents to buy clothes she needs coins
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