THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
GETTING REAL
WITH WHAT WE FEEL
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A Child's Hug
ehhhhh, hickory dickory, doc
the little child wants to be hugged
anybody wanna cuddle
the heart is made of the kind of stuff
that melts into a puddle
when the slightest sensitivity
is real and really shared
innocently the child reaches out
just cuz someone cared...
and the vulva grows
and the penis shows
and the moisture flows
with the physical touch
and the child enjoys
playing with the toys
and the girls and boys
want to so much
but the world says NO
don't let that thing grow
they say it is bad
that is very sad
and the child withdraws
and learns about flaws
and the love that was
was never had
the little child wants to be hugged
the little child wants to feel
the little child wants to be loved
the little child wants to be real
the little child doesn't care
to learn all the grown up fears
the little child wants to share
something more than tears
what god would tell us love is good
then tell us not to love?
what lead to such confusion
is that thinking above?
it makes no sense to the child
who doesn't live by fears
childinside says this world's love
is not as it appears
the little child wants to be hugged
anybody wanna spoon?
the little child wants to be touched
can we move to the tune?
the little child wants to be danced
anybody wanna rock?
the little child wants to be romanced
hickory dickory dock
ehhhh, hickory dickory, doc...
A Child's Hug
(Hickory Dickory, Doc)
Ric Candor ©1967, 1999
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