We are told that mothers and fathers
Instinctively and always know
Every child is born innocent
But truth and time changes us all
A child who joyously dances
In the huge puddles left by rain
Is the same child who cries
Over a small temporary change
Feeling everything in their heart
Emotions become life long pain
If you are a parent you'll see
Capturing a child in a moment
You'll watch but know
They are different than me
They see what cannot be seen
By you and other adults
Because the layers of their vision
Are not obscured by sorrow
Or a hunger the same as yours
If someone looks hard for the truth
A certain amount is revealed
But we cannot be perfect
Nor we can we even see it
Again this comes from innocence
Every adult has forgotten their own
And wages of time are relentless
A child can see into life
All that was meant to be there
They can still see a perfect form
In the wrinkles and smile of an old woman
Or the walls of a castle as standing tall
But to adult minds, time makes them see
That long ago they've fallen
Children see these things for reason
It is because they're innocent
Adults are stunned by this, it can be hard
As a child seeing perfect isn't pretense
Sadly children lose this, a portent
Being a child is a state of delay
Soon we lose the ability to see perfect
We convince ourselves it can't exist
We've been stained by our adult eyes
Holding our pride up high
By that exalting our name
Losing innocence, by a witness of life
Perfection and innocence might exist
But it seems as if we've forgotten
And then lost the knowledge to find it
Which speaks to a manifest shame
Of loss and great cost
