The child inside of me.
is the child I used to be.
The hopes and fears
Of the child inside
Are still alive in me,
And every day, in every way
I’m still the child inside.

The child inside shapes the view
Of the world I see today
And the eyes of the child
Are round and wide
And I will be their guide.

For the child inside everything is new
Every road and every lane
We’ve yet to travel through
And the tiny hands of the child inside
Nestle inside mine
And every soul I touch
Will touch the child inside.

The child inside is innocent
And free of any stain
But we are linked by deeper bonds
Our soul is the very same.
The child inside
Is me inside,
the conscience within my pride.

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