Monday, December 20, 2010

When I was a child, I thought like a child

And now that I’m grown I still do

The part of me that’s young will always love you

And the tears of my youth

Are still salty with truth

Even though I am decades from there

I’ve got war scars and battle paint, but inside I fear

The monster ‘neath the bed still gives me a start

And you’ll always be the first to have broken my heart