Never let it die.

Maybe it drowned
with the paper boat you set on sail.

Maybe it crashed,
with the paper plane you flew.

Maybe it decayed,
With the fallen tooth you buried.

Or maybe it flew,
Away with the kite you lost.

Maybe it was chopped,
With the tree you used to climb.

Maybe it was stuck,
With the name slip on your notebooks.

Maybe it was forgotten,
With the fables of grandma.

Or maybe it was lost,
with your broken blue crayon.

Where did you lose your childhood?

I have an answer.
Listen carefully, do you hear that scream?
The child you search has always been with in
Strengthen it, listen to it,
Lift it, Embrace it.

Never let it die.
Never let it die. ~Jasleen (the.winged.soul)