the tremble with in grows even stroner
although not as strong as befor
How I long for the past to be present
The simple ways of childhood;
The days and ways of no evil;
The gleam of unknowing,
the curiosity of growing,
and thoughts never thought befor.
Althogh the search for me goes on no longer
I have blossomed and grown stronger
Feeling things never felt befor
I am forever growing
forever knowing
Although unknowing to the world
I am forever young.
