I wish that I could hear again
The shouts and squeals of childhood friends at play, at the party, at fun I wonder why I do not know What it is like To run the show For the fun to flow around I wonder if my child in me will one day have what it is that she always thought it meant to be free like that of a little child As the balloons fly with the laughter echos all through the sky Oh wonder oh wonder My child you run you play and you laugh to watch you have fun Takes me right back I love the sound of the pound of your feet as you run all around, Oh what a treat. I love you my children Stay this way a while run and play and laugh and then dance and love and grow |
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