In that small doll house

Warmth of care was carpeted everywhere

Love was stamped on the walls beautifully

Protective parental periphery shielded unaware

Some words were never heard

Like curt hurt, envious malice, sudden burden,

Frown towns and so on

Some games we never played masking, playing emotions,

We played cards

We played hide and seek

Never did mask and cheek

That house is left far behind

Drugged dreams and corrupted care have replaced

Those olden golden things of treasure

Will my magical moments be reoccurring?