
where is the child
who cradled a leaf
looked at the little stars
in utter disbelief
where is the child
who giggled at a tiny bug
who ran into arms
and gave a warm hug
is that the child
who bears arms now
with a conflicted heart
breaks the vow
is that the child
who crushes flowers
when it could have been gently picked
for the one waiting for hours
to hold hands
and walk beside the calm waters
peace
isn’t that all that really matters…