When ignored, the inner child does not vanish—it fades quietly.

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There is a child in all of us,

waiting to get out and scream

No real worries and without any care,

pushing all limits and trying to dream

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There is a child in all of us,

attempting to solve the puzzle called life

No actual problems and without any caution,

carelessly running on the edge of a knife

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There is a child in all of us,

needing to be loved and love in return

No apprehensions and no hesitations,

scalding his innocence at life’s each turn

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There is a child in all of us,

wanting to dive into the whirlpool of fun

No lack of excitement and too much energy,

jumping ahead of all and having a good run

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There is a child in all of us,

a stranger to the demons of silence and guilt

Breaking all barriers and the walls we build,

no concerns for the milk wasted when spilt

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There is a child in all of us,

crying to be heard and followed unwisely

Harbouring sensitivity and deserving empathy,

dying when ignored and forgotten quietly