LOST INNOCENTS…by Jessie
Children, the tiny seed of man; their innocents won’t last
For all the history of the fathers
Present to the past
What's sad is children never mean
Kind and pure of heart
People take that innocents and tear it all apart
The hopes and dreams of years to come
Placed within their hands
Expectations way to high
For them to understand
Pressures put on the child, from an early age
Just so fathers get the chance to stand on center stage
Weighting down the children’s will
Boot tight on their throat
Trench dug deep around their soul
A finely crafted moat
Children grow to be adults
And do as they were taught
While all along the fathers words
Sit within and rot
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
LOST INNOCENTS…by Jessie
Children, the tiny seed of man; their innocents won’t last
For all the history of the fathers
Present to the past
What's sad is children never mean
Kind and pure of heart
People take that innocents and tear it all apart
The hopes and dreams of years to come
Placed within their hands
Expectations way to high
For them to understand
Pressures put on the child, from an early age
Just so fathers get the chance to stand on center stage
Weighting down the children’s will
Boot tight on their throat
Trench dug deep around their soul
A finely crafted moat
Children grow to be adults
And do as they were taught
While all along the fathers words
Sit within and rot
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