Innocence Lost

Innocence Lost

There's something in a babies touch.
Tiny hand wrapped around your finger.
That cuts right through the heart of man
where it's memory will always linger.

Touched by love so warm and sweet.
Where there exists no doubt.
That you will keep them safe somehow
and they will never go without.

Innocence etched in their eyes
that as time comes soon will go.
One day slowly chipped away
by the things they'll someday know.

They make their way and spread their wings
through joy and tears they'll cry.
So much on earth for them to see
before they can learn to fly.

Chasing dreams that they will dream
some dreams they learn from you.
Learning from the yearning
that not all dreams come true.

Then from then until right now
the once child stands as grown.
Innocence like a memory
from the life that they have known.

And then they feel a babies touch
a tiny hand wrapped around their finger.
That cuts right through the heart of man
where it's memory will always linger.

Edwin C Hofert

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