(For all those times I've snubbed my younger sister, declaring her problems 'silly' and pretending mine were big...)
I do not claim to be wise.
I do not claim to know any better.
In all honesty,
I may not even know good from bad.
I am but a child, limited in experience,
Not too mature, I confess.
But child does not mean rock, does it?
I feel.
And it is much more real
Than the emotions that drip from worldly eyes.
I am a child,
Limited if you say.
But there is pain even in this inexperienced heart.
And you, dear old man,
Are too wise to understand that.
I do not claim to be wise.
I do not claim to know any better.
In all honesty,
I may not even know good from bad.
I am but a child, limited in experience,
Not too mature, I confess.
But child does not mean rock, does it?
I feel.
And it is much more real
Than the emotions that drip from worldly eyes.
I am a child,
Limited if you say.
But there is pain even in this inexperienced heart.
And you, dear old man,
Are too wise to understand that.