Hands so small the concept of life is not capable of being grasped

Mind so naive confusion is bliss and bliss is bliss

Heart so new love is a feeling that will always last

Body so fragile hurt is something that won’t be missed

Heed the years to come and follow the years to follow

One day those hands will encompass the body of another

That mind will distinguish between the feelings of the unknown and joy

That heart jaded with the imperfections of love and deception

Oh and that small body will feel quite often the sensation of agony

You will grow to realize the world’s true colors

You will grow to notice the damages and challenges

But alas ...

Who is to say those colors won’t be bright

Who is to say those damages and challenges won’t be the gateway to love to life

And if it is not ... who is to say you  won’t love it regardless