Child

The drops, or still water falling
The hopes, or broken dreams
The life, or vanquished death
The truth, of the silent days

Where are the eyes you once saw
The ones that played and glided
Upon the bare earth
Upon the bare earth and saw much more

The drops, or rapid waves afloat
The hopes, or destroyed goals
The life, or burdened responsobility
The truth, of the silent ways

Where was the child of pure innocence
The one who spoke of so much
Upon the fantasies
Upon the fantasies it lived