Every boy, yearns to outgrow his innocence and be the man, he can remember his innocence as that of the magic of times when he really had no cares and responsibilities.
Your poem is brilliant, and it captures the, spirit of childhood, where time stood still, and everything could be magic.
Only a childs mind can truly appreciate the beauty of the world, a child is the only one who can really show unconditional love, until it is taken away, and the child urges himself to be the man.
So much we hear of childhoods lost in abandon, of not knowing what went on, I have so much trouble recalling parts of mine, but I remember so much of the magic, just as you did.
It should never have been taken away,
Let this make you strong, as the one you are,
Whoever stole the Sun, put it back and we'll drop all the charges!