Waking Up the Inner Child

When I was a child

I listened to my mother

She taught me how to walk and talk

Above all, how to create a good thought.

I believed in nature

Made it my best friend

I played with my dog

Which I thought to be godsend

Now that I am grown

The innocence has flown

The mind has developed

It’s easy to make it corrupt

From pure to defensive

It forgets to be festive

I was taught the dream of compassion

Somehow it became weaken

Not anymore, I tell myself

I am going to lead by example

The world is hard and cold

But then I have good friends to hold

It’s time to wake up the purity inside

That’ll help me when things go wild

This moment I am not going to subside

‘Coz now I know, I am God’s most beautiful child

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