We all come from our mother's womb

Into a world of peace.

Or so we think until we've grown

And innocence has ceased.

 

By ten we've had our share of doubt

In things like happiness.

By fifteen we're all but sure that

Such things could not exist.

 

For we've witnessed enough tears shed

And seen our mothers cry

We understand new phrases like,

"We're barely getting by."

 

We watch the news in horror as

The world seems to get worse.

But young ones, please remember this

You still can change its course.

 

See, happiness is not given

It's not  a right from birth.

It's what's rewarded to you when

You try to fix this Earth.