Once

Once upon a time,

You wore a different face,

And the world was a purer more simple place,

When skinned knees and bruises

Were the signs of a good day,

When the world was your playground; It's inhabitance there to play.

You wear a different face now,

and inside your heart has changed

What happened to make you this way? 

although your countless misdeeds are clear to me,

I can not help but try and see,

Who it was you used to be