Through the eyes of a , every day if filled with wonder; And, there’s not a doubt, that magic is definitely real. In the mild of a child , there’s no such thing as a time and a place To express how you truly feel. If they’re angry , they scream, sad they cry, and when they are filled with delight: they laugh and squeal! The heart of a child,holds honestly, love, and blind trust. It’s so tragic, that we live in a world That forces parents to remove those childhood blinders so early in their lives. But, to keep them safe, we do what we must. We remove the magic, the honesty and trust. We replace their youthful light, with darkness. Now they’re just another victim of fear. They have shed their glow of youth, They’ve become, nothing more than, a carbon copy, a replica of us. DO YOU RECALL THE MAGIC? THE BEAUTY SEEN, THROUGH THE EYES OF YOUR FORGOTTEN , CHILD. THE DREAMS THAT YOU BELIEVED WOULD SURELY COME TRUE. I’m going to try to recapture that little person filled with faith, and exploring the unknown. I HOPE YOU WILL TRY THIS WITH ME. It doesn’t matter how trivial, childish, or short. Let’s all try to take one small peak through our child’s eyes. Life should be living, not simply existing!
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