The child in you has not grown.
It has not died.
It is with you when you dream
And when you sip your favourite drink
Smiling inside.
That child holds you within
Cares for you
It sits next to the christmas tree
When you think through your life.
When you laugh
Or
When
Your silly and bravest side
Come together
When you admire the moonlight
And the sunshine
Or a ants army
By your feet
That child is there
Waiting
You can see
This pure and simple
Side of you
That makes everything magic
Possible.
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 9:34 AM UTC
The child in you has not grown.
It has not died.
It is with you when you dream
And when you sip your favourite drink
Smiling inside.
That child holds you within
Cares for you
It sits next to the christmas tree
When you think through your life.
When you laugh
Or
When
Your silly and bravest side
Come together
When you admire the moonlight
And the sunshine
Or a ants army
By your feet
That child is there
Waiting
You can see
This pure and simple
Side of you
That makes everything magic
Possible.
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