The mind of a child is no man’s land
Whose geography is shaped by the forces of our hands
Invaded by fear
Cowering in trauma
Flooded with tears
Crying for mama
Lifted in joy
Discovering a new toy
The curve of that smile
Extends for a mile
Laughter escapes in his sleep
At a memory he chose to keep
That plot of land has found its claimant
A home for the new inhabitant
Thrashing and screaming as he rests
Rejection and unfulfilled need have come to protest
Another piece of land secured
An unwelcome guest to be endured
The mind of a child is no man’s land
Whose geography is shaped by the forces of our hand
The inhabitants have come to stay
At the invitation of what we do in the day
gohawaypapa
