Innocence

Was there ever any good or just the rose colored glasses of childhood
The fiery romance of a fairytale, quenched by cold waters when first love did fail
Wishes cast on a shining star now seem lost in time's distance so far
The thrill of Santa night before, evaporated dreams in a grown up's closet to store
The charm of magic taken from one's eyes, now seen as nothing but a hoodwinker's  lies
A child's kneeling belief in God, striped away with innocence's green sod
So with aged eyes defiled, let me again be beguiled seeing with the eyes of a child