Sweet and innocent days live here,
When smiles hid no pain
And everyone was pure.
Stories of my childhood
Are not like anyone else's.
Mine were filled with confusion,
Some sadness,
Some anger,
Some tears,
And eventually I grew up.
It's a funny thing that pain can do,
Twist you so hard
And hit you so fast
That everything changes in an instant.
I don't like growing up.
Everyday gets harder
And friends drift further apart.
I sometimes look back on the stories of my childhood
If only to relish in that perfect world for just a few measly seconds.
But still,
Those seconds give me hope
That not all of the world is bad.
Not all hatred will stay.
The stories of my childhood made me what I am today.
I am strong.
I am brave.
I am loving.
I am pain.
The stories of my childhood
Always are filled with laughter.
Bright, innocent, happy-go-lucky laughter.
Laughter makes the world go round
And smiles keep it from burning down.
The stories of my childhood are sadly in the past,
But looking into the future
I see clouds of white,
Bright light,
And love at every corner.
Pain is still there,
But I know how to fight it now.
The stories of my childhood always fill my mind.
I no longer live through them,
And there are some missing characters from a few,
Missing characters that left me for other stories.
But now I am making the stories of my future,
While remembering the stories of my past.
The stories of my future will be built upon trust
And love
And hope
And peace.
Thank you, stories of my childhood
For the memories.