Happiness once lived in a child's eyes
till age crept in replaced it with lies
destroyed the dreams and shattered the will
till they drank from the cup never having their fill
mortality lingers and festers and rots
Perception my friend in a world of ink blots
Now
To whom, and where do they turn
since the pilot light died?
They seek comfort from within
but
finds nothing but sadness inside
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