We're too young to know many things

We're too young to know many things.
Books and flowers and dust and light,
Stringed instruments sing, in silvery harmony.
Teaching us how to love and touch emotion.
Tears of music run down our faces,
Flowing streams of sound filling hollow places.
We're too young to know many things.
Rain and fear and dark and wind,
Walking paths we've never taken,
Fumbling towards the edge of living.
Reaching out for one hand to guide.
Seeking out safe places to hide.
We're too young to know many things.
We read and dance and exchange heart shaped boxes,
We sing along in faith and knowledge,
We reflect each other in understanding,
Opening doors and knitting wounds,
Blending tactile flesh and misty spirits.
And, we're still too young to know many things.
We ponder clouds and the turn of leaves on trees,
Gazing into a loved ones eyes, we see everything,
Cherishing memories of simple moments.
We don't have to know all kinds of things,
To know the happiness the other brings.