Daniel Richmond - Young Child

Where were you young child
When others played wild
Galloping on clouds, swinging from trees
Whispering in ears, screaming from bees
Tumbling pyramids, covered in dirt
Blood and rocks in a new flannel shirt
So tell me...where were you young child, I miss you so
The way we played and the way we rolled
The young within us should never go
To this land we forgot, inside our soul.

Daniel Richmond

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