Lost Childhood -Part 3-

Their request our command Their impulse our burden Little One, remember: You are not there You drift in time Stars are your friends This house extravagant In boundless forest Squirrels, birds, butterflies Night will turn into day Their bread crumbles Their wine dries Little One, remember: My arms are warm In your nights This cage has iron bars It has walls that smother It holds us like beasts The day we flee will come Embrace that day Forget the men Little One, remember: We will fly so high They'll turn to fleas This house has no windows It has no doors It has no roof, come *** Februari 6, 2017 © Darren White