Often I remember my childish thoughts,
Those impossible dreams on stars I wrought,
Recaled all the memories I love most,
Embracing only myself, they,re all lost.
Those eyes that looked inncently,
Naive from the world's lies and trickery,
Only cheerful smiles thy attention caught,
An inoffensive charms those childhood thoughts.
Little fingers wond'ring what it can do,
Eager to make impossible things too,
Never knew that it will carry heavy load,
Those childhood thoughts can never be understood.
Tiny lips that flowed out endless questions
Asking if the world is just an illusion,
Filled with those childish imaginations,
Smiles of childish thoughts it greatly shown.
Those small feet impatient to walk for life,
Never ever knew the world's greatest fight,
Too fragile to be wounded by the road's thorns,
Childhood memories, I'd wishfully longed.
Now, I've grown, childhood thoughts were just a myth,
Holding only mem'ries on scattered sheets,
Childhood thoughts were just gone away with wind,
Lost, yet memories are keep coming back again...
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