ABC's And What a Child Sees

Always painted faces and daisy chains.
Bumps and bruises after bicycle rides.
Candy hearts and skipping through summer rains.

After time I saw chains bind and paints hide.
Bumps bled less than wounds from a silver tongue.
Certain sweet loves hurt most and rains have cried.

And you are like the bee that stabbed and stung
Because if I'm ready or not here it
Comes and a tune once loved now goes unsung.

A make-believe life hurts I must admit
Between the hide and seek, truth and lies. Why
Can't you play by the rules? But please don't quit!

Back then the wind carried the kite we'd fly
But the string wouldn't let it go so high.