the naivete of childhood

Like a flower growing tentatively towards the rising sun ever upwards craving heat and light, to store when day is done
 believing life is all forgiving, that you're protected until the end that no one is your enemy, every person is your friend
. The naivete of childhood is a hidden paradise, yet innocence is shattered as perceptions grow precise
 you here the hurtful comments and the angers deep inside you feel the heartache and depressions that life had tried to hide
 You build up all your defences, to cope with the attacks the instincts you once harbored, sharpen, not relax
. The naivete of childhood seems a million miles away you are growing older and wiser every passing day
. Time is what you make of it, people are perceived. situations are controllable you grow sensitive to the need
. Develop new emotions, you never knew you had. encourage your sensations nurture good from bad
 the naivete of childhood can develop once again but this time there is no innocence no rose tinted world of pain.
 You know of all the evil things, therefor just be aware
 look out for their arrival, so you may face them you'll be there.
 The world can feel so heavy, balanced on your back
 so share the weight with others, divide the heavy stack.
 Children are naive for they know no other way, but you have seen the shadowed lands the unlit part of day.
 Innocence is a priceless thing,
 that we all lose in the end
 yet the flower will keep on growing and the sun is still your friend.