Saturday, March 3

child like heart

Oh my baby bear
with imaginary flowers in your hair
with smiles and grace
and hope & peace

With questioning eyes
at those gray gray skies
not understanding why
every day
isn't rainbows and sunshine

life is crushing
if you let it
but in your heart of hearts
the reality you've created with your heart
is the honest truth

The way it was meant to be
way way back in history
before the world gained control of itself
and made a mess of it

So hold fast, hold strong
to all those beautiful songs
that fill your life with all the right words
that nourish your imaginings

Better to live the dream
then open your eyes
to anything that will lie to you.

~C

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