They are all born to this world, a small child,

Running and playing, childish games without care.

Fairytale stories, magical places dreamed from the mind,

Kickball, Hopscotch, running wild, blowing bubbles, the innocent child.

Where goes their innocence, what takes away those childish ways?

This is how all was meant to be, they grow and lose their yesterday.

What happens to some of them as they turn hardened and of no heart,

How could they lose more than the innocence that once was a part.

Keith Garrett