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Oct 2010
Through a child's eyes, what they see becomes real.
Confused and misunderstood, they don't know how to feel.
They express there pain, there love, and there curiosity.
But when do we ever, make them our first priority?

We work real hard, to put a roof over there head.
We work real hard, to make sure they get fed.
We work real hard, to put clothes on there back.
But when were not working, there's something we lack.

We don't communicate, with our children very good.
Quality time doesn't come, nor as often as it should.
We drink and do drugs, so we can run away.
And in the end, it is them that will pay.

We blame them for our lives, and the choices we've made.
And we blame them for the bills, and the money we've paid.
We make them feel unwanted, unloved, and even alone.
And when they turn out just like us, we ***** and we moan.

Think about your child, and the things that they see.
Understand they are children, and that is all they should be.
Spend time with your child, and show them you care.
Because your child needs to know, that you will always be there.
JT-TJ
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