We have to be children,
No matter where we are or where we've been,
Careless and blameless with no sight of sin.
Open to when we're not just okay,
Not a facade at the end of the day,
Vulnerable to the world,
Not cynics in this battlefield.
Or sealed to our own fate,
But if we bust the gate and find a way,
And say what's on our hearts and not whats on our mind,
We may find a child who is shivering from the loneliness,
And suffocating from a lack of understanding.
Why are we so focused on invulnerability? The strongest?
'Cause no one here is better than the rest, there is only one best,
So why do we pretend and make it's something that it's not,
Was it structure and organization that caused our downfall?
It made our imaginations sink like a rock in the sea,
Our scars calloused and construct demons that control who we are,
We wear masks to disguise who is really inside,
And who is that face?
A child slowly growing paler and slipping away.
So close your eyes and slip into your happy existence,
And let your ignorance and anguish keep you warm,
Bless the people that mourn, but it's so foreign.
Count your fortune and stay content, Under circumstances,
And mount your hope and dreams on this one life,
Then be disappointed because this isn't real life,
Strive to become the best, And hope.
Like a dog hopes for it's owner to throw a stick,
Prepare then be disappointed.
Be content and unprepared, Like a child,
And you will see that the world isn't at all what it seems.
Through the eyes of a child.
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