INNOCENSE

I cry for innocence lost
The shy child I was

I smile in that memory
With knees that were skinned

I think of girls I liked
Not brave to say hello

Think of brother dear
Whose fights we did engage

I think of parents loved
Towered now grown old

My oaths of future bright
For one was too bold

I see the children small
Who’ll grow in their own right

Who seek to make their mark
Spread wings and take flight


I think of injuries
Mostly that ive done

And seek better good days
When the battles won