How do you protect the ones you love?
I wish I could make a cocoon to keep them safe,
or give them a soft blanket to wrap around themselves
Because the world has not yet made their hearts hard.
They’re still naive and see the world full of wonder and love.
Not like me, cynical and hard to love,
running away from feelings any chance I can.
They take chances, with their heart on their sleeve for the whole world to see.
I watch in awe, jealously, sorrow.
I know what’s coming for the unguarded heart.
How do you protect them, keep them safe, keep their hearts whole and untouched?