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A trip down to childhood's memory lane
When it costs next to nothing to stay sane
Where the simplest things brought great pleasure
And of toys and playthings, we made valuable treasures

We ran around often naked without shame
Without care, we played our games
Our hearts were on our sleeves
Easily we are hurt, easily we forgive

We lived, trusted and loved with our arms opened
Without inhibition, our thoughts were boldly spoken
Acts of outright foolishness
Were carried out innocently in childishness

We were never afraid to dream
And when in pain scream
We said what we meant
We were and made good friends

It's been a long while little child
We'd love to sometimes see you out of the dark
Though out here seems big, scary, and wild
It never outruns its need for your spark!

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[John the Baptist]

Some say that child lives on in the deeper portions of our minds. The adult levels, however, have relegated it to the past and do not wish to engage it. However, as the last verse states, that inner child is our spark, the part of us that can know real joy.