When I was young and little
playing and laughing like a clown,
I knew of pain, also knew of joy,
sometimes I smiled, and sometimes I frowned.
Sometimes disappointed by friends
sometimes friendships came to an end,
I wondered why
but I cared less
cause happy was always my childish mind,
even when sad,
a few words of kindness
and ill forget I was mad.
And when provoked a cone of Ice cream
would silence my loud screams.
I sang when I was lonely
I acted tough when I was hurt,
but never knew that love
can break a heart.
