THE MAGICAL CHILDE

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HEY THERE MAGICAL CHILDE

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To the children of the night

Who were born into a maelstrom

The ones who cowered in a tiny corner of life

Hidden, fearful, trapped

I say Hang On Kiddo

I know you feel alone, weird, confused, defective

But you are not those things

We are here, your future selves, and your friends

We love and appreciate your dear, quirky, unique self

Hang in there kiddo

The future will be different

It will open up, expand, grow brighter

Let us take the tiny trembling hand 

Of our dear inner child

And help them to feel loved, valued, treasured

Because our inner children are the well spring

Of creativity, hope, redemption

The trickle that becomes a mighty river 

To water our gardens until they bloom.

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