The missed innocence of childhood
Tears at my heart
Scraped knees heal so much easier
Than broken hearts

No shame in being a child
Be friends with anyone
A knock on the door and a polite question
Could be your ticket to hours in the sun

Innocence is a blessing
The real world takes it away
When you mature
There's no one to ask to come out and play

You must forge your own path
And make your own choices
While harsh tones replace
Gentle, reassuring voices.