When you hold something so precious
So precious in your hand
And its innocence and beauty
Falls away like grains of sand
When this precious gift is taken
And turned into something new
It’s hard to comprehend
When it’s lost what once you knew
When you have done all that is possible
To keep it safe from harm
And the trust you had in others
Are the ones that cause alarm
The innocence is gone
It will never be the same
And the precious gift you held
Is not the one to blame
How can you trust anyone
To help and understand
The precious gift will never return
Yet you still hold it in your hand.
©Lynn Cowman
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