Feet On The Ground
Those feet should be firmly on the ground little one
So why do you run?
Those fists should be held firmly in place
So why are they waved in my face?
Those eyes should be full of hope and wonder
So why are they full of destruction, like lightning with thunder?
That back should be straight and always strong
So why is it crooked? What's wrong little child? What's wrong?
That presence should be calming, welcoming and kind
So why is it uncomforting? Is there something you cannot find?