o little child

I am still that little child wanting to read wanting to be read to snuggled up, safe and warm in my Father's arms o my Father's arms I am so fragile that even the letters within the words disassemble at my touch disassemble at my touch and why do they always run into the darkest corners forming into bands the hounding bullies telling tales of torture in a big bad wolf of a world a big bad wolf of a world they'll blow my house down they'll blow your house down why am I so fragile? are we all still fragile? I am still that little child I am still that little child that all I long for and all I live for is laughter, love and innocence laughter, love and innocence o write me a story read me a story that brings it right back to your crafting in my mother's womb safe and warm and well safe and warm and well I'm safe and warm and well I am still that little child I am still that little child safe and warm and well I am still that little child