Oh child
come to me
hold my hand
and make me see
all of tomorrow's wrong.
Help make short the road
that once seemed to be so long.

Oh child
teach me how
to laugh again
especially when
the pan
becomes such
that no-one's touch
will make me whole.

Oh child
with your simplicity
teach me
how to tell
the truth from the lies
especially when I despise
all that I have ever been
or will be.

Oh child make me look at myself
make me look into
my own eyes
and reach within
to the child inside.
Oh child.

Michelle McAuliffe