Growing Up (The Circle of Life)
        by Poetically Incorrect  (caglechick@Writing.Com)
You can be anything you want to be,
that's what my daddy said to me.
And when you're ready he will come,
and take you back where he's come from.
It's amazing the fairytales I was told,
all the lies and fabrications I was sold.
As I've gotten older, as time ticks by,
I've found the need to just sit and cry.
I weep for the loss of my innocence,
for the realization of common sense.
I miss the days of simple fun
with nothing but imagination.
Sometimes it seems I'll never see those again
until I realize there will come a time when
I'll have a daughter of my own
who will also search for answers to the unknown.
I'll tell her she can be anything she wants to be
and in her eyes I'll see a glint of me.
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