• cardelljhardy 6w


    Where, oh where is my childhood?
    Searching for the adventures I would
    Have ever shared with my friends
    Now lost in transition to a cold end .
    The love still goes for elementary things
    But my past cries out a wretched ring.
    Magical kingdoms and dreams I would dare.
    Innocent as a lamb, mighy like a lion.
    Father in heaven
    Store my youth and make it clear.
    For I will live my days with nothing to fear.