(I'll but the breaks in soon.)
OH LITTLE ONE...
Oh Little One, I can see that you are so, so
scared...You can't speak out. You don't know if this is the way life is
supposed to be, but you hide behind your walls. You are so little, so
innocent,
yet you know pain and loneliness. You are so small and your walls so
tall. Is
this the way life is supposed to be? You need something, but you don't
know
what it is. You can't ask because you get an angry reply. You are so
little and
innocent; I can see that you don't understand. The world is so confusing
and
so mean; you are so sad. Is this the way it's supposed to be? Something
is
missing but you don't know what. You want to cry but you remain tough.
You
need to be held and told it's all okay. There are no worries; just
today...
Maybe if you are good, mom and dad will think you're special and pay
attention. Maybe if you make your own bed and learn to tie your own
shoes
and pour your own bathwater they will be proud. Stop little one...stop
right
there! You are beginning to worry and that's not fair. Be a little boy,
oh so
free; you deserve it; you need it; it is what you must be. Have fun,
enjoy, feel
secure, I'm here. Never fret nor fear....be free! I will never leave
you; never
abandon you, for you are part of me.
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