Reflections on my past life,
Like yearning for an old friend,
The knowledge that every experience,
Must one day come to end.
Blowing on magic fairy dust,
Glitter in my hair,
While I wished on every tiny star,
And lived without a care.
A flutter of my magic wings,
And I was flying high,
To soar among the heavens,
In the celestial sky.
When the world was free from evil,
And my reason knew no more,
All people were filled with virtue,
My world knew not of war.
But all children must someday realise,
That there is never a defence,
No barrier to protect a fragile heart,
Or prevent the loss of innocence.