Born into a bloodline with closed eyes
Hope and fear is turned into love when they open
You hold onto a parent’s hand with trust knowing that you can never fall
Their grasp keeps you smiling throughout those blind years with joy
Seen as naivety to the old who are quick to lose their hopeless love and joyless trust
They tell you that your childish reality was nothing but a dream
Your eyes open wide as the world expands to more than blood
Hands reach out to you offering you more, your hope and fear turn into love when you take them
You hold onto all that you can with trust locking away the fear that they might let you go
Stumbling every now and again is part of our design
Beware that some will use the marks left behind to loosen your hold
Their petty nooses will fall short of hanging you, drawing and quartering you
Language learnt from when eyes open, those innocent beginnings flow into dangerous waters
With turning tides that can be twisted and misheard, misplaced or misconstrued
Your words might betray you, whilst others use them to severe your grip
Fingers unclasp and hands fall away with only fear left to hold onto
Forgiveness can be found with that blind hopeless love found in your blood
Severed ties can be renewed with hope and joy once again
Let others be bitter whilst you run to your next adventure holding on tight
For your mind and your heart never stop growing, and that is the trouble with being human