Childhood Innocence's Withered Notes by N.C. Garza (15, Mexico)

Do you hear the song ending?
Little lies linger long in the lullabies we used to sleep to
Spilling promises on the ride home, swearing you won’t change
I’m all I ever was, I’m not what I never was, I’ll catch the child in me

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Close your eyes, you wouldn’t want to lose your daydreams
Imagine we had seen the blood next to us, the nightmare; imagine I had become all I never wanted to become, the nightmare
Cloudy sky overhead, laughter tickling you, fighting your friends to wear the best princess dress
Outside, bullets were flying; outside, people were dying; outside, the world was crying
A tunnel of trees, red rock trails, the sun scurrying in, by the dry river we would play
They fenced the river, the soulless river, I wish I’d gone down there once, I wish childhood could last
The tips of your fingers are worn, the tips of your dreams have been brushing reality
I wouldn’t know how to tell you this, maybe I changed, maybe I didn’t, maybe I won’t recognize your face
 Do you hear the song ending?
The games we played are gone, we now cry for fun, every memory swirls in you like a song
…the song that can not end, the song that you called friend, naiveness has never bled 

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