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Apr 2014
Do you know what it's like,
to be a child?
Remember what it's like,
to know ab-so-lute-ly diddly and squat?
Blibber here, jabber there,
and when we got hungry, blew nothin' but hot air!

But now it's different you see, we can't be children anymore,
at least that's what they tell us, when we leave the front door.
Have to grow up, be brave and strong,
know what's right, to do know wrong.
To grow up, get married, maybe have children of our own.
But there's no difference, we're still children,  then and now, just not as alone.

A child still needs guidance no matter what age,
a child still needs help, no matter the stage.
So don't give up, on you or your own,
because a child still cries, when they feel most alone.

For the sake of the child, that hides in your heart,
don't let your love, ever grow apart.
Nomad
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Nomad  Between Here and There
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