A child's image of the world is palpable
Can be stretched into distortion
Twisted into confusion
If a child is raised in flames
She will not recognize she is being burned
If a child is in constant hunger
He will not realize he is being starved
If a child's fate is perpetually at the hands of another
Their body will know no peace
Their mind will become a puddle of faded memories
Their soul a spirit, trying to break free
Of the strong hands that restrain them.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 12:34 AM UTC
A child's image of the world is palpable
Can be stretched into distortion
Twisted into confusion
If a child is raised in flames
She will not recognize she is being burned
If a child is in constant hunger
He will not realize he is being starved
If a child's fate is perpetually at the hands of another
Their body will know no peace
Their mind will become a puddle of faded memories
Their soul a spirit, trying to break free
Of the strong hands that restrain them.