The thing about growing up is,
We form our rigid selves,
We bend our souls and morals as children,
And as adults we deny them.
We'd see a beggar beg and ignore his cries,
We'd see a kid pry and yet somehow walk by,
And somehow while growing up among all this,
We lose the capacity to listen high.

As adults our brim is so full,
That we loose our ability to listen.