So innocent, so happy
so full of life and so free,
Just imagine all the things
that we could possibly be.
They took us so young
We hadn't really a choice,
We scream from the pain
But they silence our voice.
With time they began to mold us
So others could not see,
that our happiness is a disguise
From which we cannot break free.
Tired of being their slave
We choose to turn and fight,
But the battles seem so hopeless
No victory or end in sight
defeated in every battle
We ask ourselves why,
Depression quietly replies
What is dead may never die.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 4:05 PM UTC
So innocent, so happy
so full of life and so free,
Just imagine all the things
that we could possibly be.
They took us so young
We hadn't really a choice,
We scream from the pain
But they silence our voice.
With time they began to mold us
So others could not see,
that our happiness is a disguise
From which we cannot break free.
Tired of being their slave
We choose to turn and fight,
But the battles seem so hopeless
No victory or end in sight
defeated in every battle
We ask ourselves why,
Depression quietly replies
What is dead may never die.