The Bellow of Innocence

Children’s laughter rings out like belles,
Tis the sweet bellow of Innocence
They know nothing of hardship and late night tears
They live purely in the moment.

Children know the secret of happiness,
That we as teens and adults have long forgotten.
For them, it is forever easy to grin for ear to ear.
All their feelings are laid out upon the table.
Tiny tears are shed over broken toys and bed times.
They don’t know just how hard it really is to smile.
They’re immune to the world’s poverty and shame.

Wouldn’t it be great if we once again knew their secret?
Wouldn’t it be nice to live in innocence once more?
Their worlds consist of a field of flawless glistening snow
While ours has long ago been dirtied,
With the deep footprints left with hatred from our foes.
We hide our feeling each and every day
For fear of being a menus to society.
Yet children are worry free,
And can forever express them selves fearlessly.

Oh how I wish my tears were over broken toys and bed times.
Yet the world has robbed me of my innocence.
I only wish I knew a child’s secret,
To greet the world with a smiling face,
To laugh with all my heart,
To marvel at butterflies’ wings,
To cherish the simple things in life,
To soak in natures very own innocence
And live forever in moment.