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As a child, I thought
The world would be mine.
The skies were blue;
The stars would shine
And dance in my eyes,
And laugh in my joy.
An innocent youth,
My life was a toy
With which I could build
A bright fairytale
Where flowers bloomed
And dreams would sail
To the horizon
And all its design,
The hopes of the future
Soon to be mine.
Oh, I realized when
I woke up one day,
Saw that stars were far,
Knew that life was pain,
And stories are stories
Just meant for the young,
The young that grow old;
Stories come undone.
The world's brought to light
With all of its secrets,
A horror unearthed.
I'm left to keep it
Locked in my chest,
One with my heartbeat,
Killing the remnants
Of the child inside me,
The child I once was,
Who dreamed to achieve
Some glory, some fame,
Some false reality
Where life is but a dream,
Where youth will never die,
But that child now sees
That dream was but a lie,
A precious little lie
She now must leave to waste
With all the broken past
Of the girl she became
When life became life
And more than adventure,
More than wide open doors
That called her to enter
Their gold paradise
Hidden deep within
The blossoms still blooming
A beauty she could win
If only she'd enter
And take the big leap
To destiny, purpose,
A life she could achieve
In hard work, diligence,
An endless pursuit,
But that child believed
Her dream would come true
In all her innocence,
'Cause young eyes couldn't see
The black gape at the end
Of the tunnel she'd need
To someday reach that goal
She loved to imagine
And feel it much stronger
Than her burning passion,
And her passion was bold,
Bright, breathtaking light
She saw so clearly
That it seemed brought to life,
In her vibrant life,
One with her pink heart,
Just as bold and free
And eager to start
Changing the world,
Changing mankind,
Changing for better
All the flaws that she'd find,
'Cause a dreamer she was,
However naive
Of the ways of the world
With scars left to leave
On unassuming souls
With heads in the sky
Where fairytales breathe
And reality dies.
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When you're young, everything seems possible, doesn't it? Reality-check hurts, like falling from the sky. We wake-up pretty fast, don't we? Life forces us to wake-up, accept the truth. But, we're all still young at heart, in one way or another. We still keep dreaming, keep climbing, keep flying, even though we know we're going to fall, in the deep, dark backs of our minds. That's ok, though. We're meant to fly, and we're meant to fall, and we're meant to get back up again, to try again. That's what life's about. That's how we make dreams come true <3
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