Four year old boy with the scrapped up knees,
Still new to this world bright and free.
A bundle of chaotic energy moving through my life.
You remind me of the world I have lost to this strife.
Your eyes are filled with a vibrant spark.
When you smile at me I return from the dark.
Hope for the world lies in your little dirty hands.
In your mind is the answe…
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