Youth spoken on a page,
so much left to learn.
A child showing her age,
books with pages left unturned.
Naive little girl high on life,
how I wish again to have your strife.
Your troubles are meager,
and your heart is light
a face so eager,
darkness escapes your sight.
Oh little naive girl so loving and kind,
thinking with a heart instead of a mind.
With bruised knee or ego,
you are the victim we wish to be.
Always looking out for a hero,
finding it in every man you see.
Poor little naïve girl I pity you,
taking advantage of a life you never knew.