Naive
There were the scarlet blooming cheeks,
I was so innocent and silly,
My wings were growing with their tricks,
I’m naive, I’m still, I feel, I really
believe in love of people’s hearts
Without the vanity and malice,
And news is ripping souls on parts,
Oh, world, accept my hugs, I’m jealous
for your defects and deadly sins,
I’m naive, the church can’t help, I see it,
It hurts me so – it has its pins,
I tried survive I think I did it.
And I don’t care; I’m just a boy,
My games are same, but little older,
I like my foolishness and joy,
I’m better than White House’s holder.
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