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The childlike hope is gone
Magic is no more
Tales of Peter Pan and Santa are long gone
What we grew up with is nothing more than sad memories
Santa was nothing more than a happy lie, which is the best of the worst
We hoped for things we would never get; now we hope for the love of another
Santa never brought us what we really wanted, but we were too young and oblivious to care.
It is so different now
We hope for something good, but instead we end up getting a twisted version, worse than we could ever imagine
When everything goes wrong, we can’t ask for Santa to make it better
Or for Peter Pan to take us away to Neverland
We must find a way to breathe when everything is wrong
Santa was our child-like hope that someone would bring you the one thing we wanted most
Now, the things we want most are the ones that hurt us most
We cry over the people who will never shed a tear over us
We are hurt; walls are built to stop anyone from hurting us again
The walls are shattered sooner or later
And so are we.
- by Marge Scamander |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/31/2009 |
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- Title: Childlike hope
- Artist: Marge Scamander
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Description:
I wrote this in 8th grade, it seemed to be well percieved by my peers so I decided to sumbit it here.
- Date: 12/31/2009
- Tags: childlike hope
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