What has happened to the children?
Have we lost the innocents,
the trusting souls,
the open hearts?
Are they gone forever in the portals of time
or do they still run the olly olly oxen free
in sunny fields of our past?
Where are the children we used to be?
Do they exist only in memory,
or somehow continue
playing out secret games
from hidden worlds within us?
Perhaps angry when we don’t listen,
hurt, when we don’t care;
somehow try to comfort us
when we're alone and in despair.
Where are the children
... and are THEY lost,
or are we?
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