Babies innocence
What do they see in their dreams
Whimsical smile
To be so naive again
Oh how I wish it could be
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Babies innocence
What do they see in their dreams
Whimsical smile
To be so naive again
Oh how I wish it could be
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The smell of baked bread
Like perfume of memory
Grandma at the stove
O’ how joyful was childhood
When things were much simpler
Adulthood does dull
Senses fade to the background
Turning cynical
Happiness replaced by stress
O’ how soon we do forget
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Maybe I’m naive
Always looking for the good
Instead of the bad
Pessimism taints the soul
Leaving it to die hollow
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~