A Young Girl

A catchy rhythm on ivory keys,
All the childs play while
An old man, with fading eyes sees-
The sweet melody of a young girls smile;
A small boy brushing off his knees.

Think about the early years
when all was simple and innocence.
A girl rids herself of most fears,
When she figured out independence was the essence.

When the air was clearer
and the sun was a little less bright,
Love was a little nearer,
But it was still worth the fight.

Now it's a little dirty,
Everything's a bit too warm;
She's now rather open with freeness flirty,
And they just seem to swarm.

The thing she wants most is the thing she cannot have,
for it isn't worth it,
And it isn't right.

Don't misinterpret,
This is not what it seems-
don't make it something it's not
because there's always more to the beams.