with tiny hands and innocent eyes
young souls live away from worldly lies
they are the dawn of the day
the shine of the night
they have the wings of a bird
to fly
to soar up high
for conquering heights they are made
not for making those heights
for surpassing walls they are made
not for making those walls
they are to live their life
not make things for others to live
each child has within him a piece of god
that deserves respect and love
amidst the bondages of labor
poor creations of lord almighty suffer
wrongfully persuaded
it is painful to see them like this
for a child is supposed to play freely
not be played freely.