Inner Child

the inner child in me

she a lot to take in you see

bloody knuckles and scraped knees

from all the anger left in me

her laughter bubbly as can be

as she laughs

at the simplest things

reckless and daring, hardly caring

about what others believe

shes filled with desire

to climb higher and higher in the old oak tree

as she sings a melody so sweet

almost 18 now...

where did she go

she left a long time ago

after heartbreak and hard times

it was hard to keep her alive

oh well it was fun

while she lasted, after all, she's just a piece of the past