ashes, ashes, we all fall down!

My little world seems to be dis-assembling before my eyes.  I sometimes hate growing up.  I want to be the little girl forever who stares in be-wonderment at the world and believes it to be a beautiful place, who treats it like a beautiful place, and makes it a more beautiful place.  Beauty is very important to me I think -- as an ideal, not a facade.  I thought one thing and now I'm discovering something completely different.  Can I start over, call a re-do?  But ashes, ashes, we all fall down.  And out of the ashes a phoenix rises.