I’m so sorry
To back
To tell the bright eyed child
With messy bangs
Tell her to hold on to happy
It hasn't turned out the way she thought
Today we strive for joy
Not art
She thinks it's given
To wake up carefree
To wish to get out of bed
To leave her house with a smile
She would never guess that
Everyday I open my eyes
And question if it's worth continuing
She asks me now, with hope in her eyes
Where are the wonderful things she planned?
All the things she hoped to achieve?
All the people she wanted to know?
I tell her gently
Honey it didn't work out that way
Today we strive for continued existence
Not all those far flung ideals
To that little girl
Stay happy
Because one day
I'm not sure when
It all goes away
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