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I used to be a child My laughter always on the edge of my lips My eyes wide with curiosity My skin tingling with the new sensations I used to be happy with myself Able to justify my actions with whim I was ready to ride the wind Exploring the world around me as I conquered Innocence was bliss And happiness was never a question I used to be a child And suddenly the summers faded into winter The chill of reality made me cold So I wrapped myself up in a blanket A cover of cynacism and doubt The world that I had conquerded now confused me Things had changed My laughter seemed to retreat behind the sounds of my anger My eyes shut tightly, keeping out the harshness of this world I feared the world as I existed in it Innocence was lost And happiness was an illusion I used to be a child I was never afraid Now I am grown up And it scares me to death © Deacon, 1999 death by inches (as the saying goes)but sadness comes in waves darkness creeps (despite the light) lying shadows on the graves children cry (for mother's milk) but no one hears the calls morning waits (in the dark) another empire falls angels' grace (a blessed gift) is set upon so few my hands are tied (and so are yours) there is nothing left to do the sun will set (as per routine) and the moon will claim the sky your breath will stop (so little time) what is alive must die © Deacon, 1999 |