The eyes of children are filled with light,
The eyes of children know not of plight.
The eyes of children are innocent,
But purity's death is imminent.

Children become slaves to this world,
This world that tells them to obey,
Slaps trauma onto their souls,
Reprimands them when they play.

Too many kids, tears in their eyes,
Stare into mirrors, faces they despise.
Too many scars, on too many wrists,
Too much instability, too many shifts.

Some kids have known only pain,
Seen petrifying things from early age.
These kids must overcome,
Turn the world's book to a new page.

These kids are the ones who can teach,
These kids are the ones who see,
They see the world is broken,
This is not how it should be.