Come Little Children-Not From Hocus Pocus by VinylScratch111, literature
Literature
Come Little Children-Not From Hocus Pocus
(Intro)
Katethegreat19:
Come little children,
I'll thee away.
Into a land of enchantment.
Come little children, the time's come to play,
here in my garden of shadows.
Follow sweet children,
I'll show thee the way,
through all the pain and the sorrows.
Weep not poor children,
for life is this way,
murdering beauty and
passions.
Hush now dear children,
it must be this way.
To weary of life and deceptions.
Rest now my children, for soon
we'll away, into the calm and the
quiet.
(Long Instumentals With Woos)
Come little children, I'll take thee away.
Into a land of enchantment.
Come little children, the time's come to play,
here in my gard
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I don't remember the last time I inhaled
so deeply that I shivered out the dust
collecting on my shelves for years.
And I would be lying if I said
I think I'm worth the work
it takes to learn me.
But, over time, I have become increasingly aware
that the things burdening us until they are complete
are often the things we find most worthwhile.
So the construction of a person,
like the map of a vast city,
takes forever to understand;
yet only when all routes are memorized
and landmarks have rebuilt that city inside,
I admit that's when I start walking its roads at night.
And I must admit as well
that everything I look for on ever