Because we are whole as children,
Because in purity we have not faced the cruel and unjust world that lies ahead,
Even as a child before the age of 2 or 3,
We may fall to the consequences of the people surrounding us,
Because before we cannot even speak,
We become heartbroken from the cruelty of this world,
WE cry with insanity,
WE cannot comprehend the extent of this madness we feel inside of ourselves,
Longing for freedom,
As we are restrained in chains that we do not even know,
We reality hits and we grow older,
We hide our imperfections,
Creating layers of lies that become a seal from the real world,
The heartbreak sinks in,
WE have no defense because nothing goes away,
We may say that we are fine, ignore it,
But the only reappear over time,
It is just now I am realizing the true influence of the world that has already be obscured,
The one that broke my parents,
My ancestors fell apart,
Because sometimes sickness is never cured,
When it starts from such a young age,
Although it is true we are born whole,
Sometimes there is no cure for a heartbroken child,
Sometimes the remedies we seek are only artificial,
They become disposable,
People become just a wasted dream,
A blurry memory and there is nothing we can do,
We can only pray for a child to grow from this,
Because we have not learned how yet,
This World is just one more broken child,
Fighting for freedom,
Fighting for a cause.