Welcome to my childhood and all that it entails
it has its roots in therapy here's just a few details
we didn't get acquainted till I was middle aged
till then I thought it silly and so I disengaged.

Dressed in false maturity I popped out of the womb
pretended I was all grown up hid deep inside that tomb
I chose responsibility instead of fun and laughter
Ignored the invitations of my peers forever after.

Environment and circumstance all played a vital part
to fan the flames that forced me to retreat into my heart
and then along came alcohol I opened like a flower
until it crushed my petals and became my higher power.

I sacrificed adulthood to years of bad decisions
couldn't manifest a childhood without some new provisions
wasn't sure just who I was -or what I really wanted
but I approached recovery full speed ahead undaunted.

Like the layers of an onion my facade was peeled away
until I heard her whisper-I'm your child come out and play.
we frolicked in the freedom of innocence and light
two footprints in a garden of blooms relieved of blight.