I was once innocent

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For the moments you knew not where to go.
You were learning to travel alone.
The skin on your sole thickened.
A voice became confident and bold.
Youth ended with youth.
Someone to protect from abuse.
Home brought a new age.
With each tear, every fear.
A lesson published and catalogued.
Faith understood and growing year to year.
Trust like childhood is so pure.
Your arms stretch without words.
Sometimes left to cry.
And ponder why only birds get the chance to fly.