Six years old
life should still be a game
skinned knees on the playground
should be your only pain

You shouldn't be crying
its too soon for this
I shouldn't be thinking
of the life that you could miss

Broken shards of sharp glass
should never pierce your small wrists
your only hurt should be bruises
the kind healed by Mom's kiss

You're too young for this battle
so many dreams yet undreamt
gifts not fully given
a life not fully spent

Pick your heart up, my darling
you don't need to hurt anymore
find the strength fight on now
someday, my prince, you'll soar