Will I ever feel the same,
The same heartfelt love,
When I first opened a book and
Foraged through that treasure trove?
Will I ever look the same,
With messy hair and eyes so bright,
Every time I stepped outside and
Breathed in the tender light?
Will I ever sleep the same,
The same as it used to be
No tossing and turning every night,
No monsters I would flee?
Will it ever be the same,
A naive yet happy life in essence,
Where no darkness swept through under
The warm blanket of innocence?