The Children of the World
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A child has the purest of souls
At least that’s what I’ve always been told
Children have a naive personality
One that doesn’t understand reality
But they don’t know the children of the world
Even though a child may seem weak
I guarantee they hold a strength that can’t be beat
Because each child- boy or girl- has their own story to tell
One so full of pain and sorrow that sounds worse than hell
But still they don’t know the children of the world
They walk the streets with the lost and broken
But they walk with blinded eyes that never open
The children act as if everything is fine
Yet there are hidden scars on both body and mind
Even still they don’t know the children of the world
They don’t know how hard the children fight
With each breath they use to cry out at night
Begging, pleading for someone to hear
And save them before they disappear
Still they don’t know the children of the world
The sound of sirens fills the still air
Finally someone noticed a child’s despair
The story spreads like a wildfire across the earth
Awakening eyes to the horror behind a child’s forced mirth
Finally they know the truth about the children of the world