Under this sheet I lay. Innocent from my first day, with dreams a pitter patter in my head not knowing what it means to be.....dead.
Young I was not more than six not knowing what it meant to be rich.
having such innocent eyes not having racism or class to make me divide. When I was young we were all equal, having fun as innocent kids will. But that kept changing as I grew lost my life and most of my friends too. Why must this happen why each day, to have each other pushed away.  All this hurt all this pain why is it caused, who's to blame? It is we the people the greedy and frail. who fight for power to leave others pale. Not knowing what we have done, you're not young anymore kid,sorry no more fun....