Five year old
I know you are good at laughing, monkeying around, better than anyone else
You are made happy even with the shallow offer of a funny joke
Yes, you are that easy to be satisfied
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Five year old
I know you are made of a sentimental heart, full of lively impulses
You are made sobbing even with the smallest cut in a puppy
Yes, you are that easy to be hurt
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Five year old
I know you are also capable of whining, throwing tantrums just like others
Sad, that only invites cascades of escalating hostility and hatred
You wondered how that could be
That goddess has no boundaries in exercising her power
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Five year old
I know you also craved kindness, safety, protection as your birthright implied
But, no one ever stood up for you
You wondered where those pledged angels are
Inside this rotten golden palace are full of boasting ghosts and corrupted saints
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Defenseless five year old
Somewhere in the darkest valley of nights
I know you were blinded, blinded unwillingly
Somewhere under the oath of humanity
I know you were handcuffed, handcuffed unknowingly
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Dearest is my five year old
Seeing you all around me
I smile with compassion
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