 Do you remember me? I
sat upon your knee, I wrote to you of childhood
fantasies?
Well I'm all grown-up
now and still need help somehow. I'm not a child but my heart still
can dream.
So here's my lifelong
wish, my grown-up Christmas list, not for myself but for a world in
need.
As children we
believe the grandest sight to see is something lovely wrapped
beneath our tree.
But heaven surely
knows that packages and bows can never heal a hurting human
soul.
What is this illusion
called, "The Innocence of Youth?"
Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the
truth.
No more lives
torn apart
That wars would
never start
And time would
heal all hearts
That everyone
would have a friend
And right would
always win
And love would
never end
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