It was once clean Filled with clear rain water Mirroring your reflection People not noticing its beauty Stomped on it
Corrupted it with their shoes The clear puddle was now brown And ***** Small children wanted to play with it But their mothers refused, as it was too filthy
But weren't they the reason the puddle was *****? The children haven't done anything wrong Yet they blame someone else For what they have not done
And the puddle was left alone Sad With no one to admire it And slowly but surely It evaporated Only to be replaced over and over again
All adults were once children There are no exceptions And that's what's truly heartbreaking Villians are made, not born At least not always
Every angsty drug dealer Every teacher Every depressed poet Every grave
When you see a homeless person Do you ever wonder what their life has been before? They were just a child With hope Hope which died along with their innocence
Evening A small child walking through the almost empty streets You know this child very well Or at least you think so The child always wears long sleeves Losing their happiness along with their youth
A child with dead eyes A child with the stare of an adult Yet a weak personality That could be crushed with a single word
They used to be the happiest child in the classroom Yet now they sit alone A freak to the society Because they're different
everything begins to slow the words the names the memories glow not too long ago it seems you became the savior in my dreams a life less full than most would hope a child's new life a means to cope I watched you grow as I grew old I watched your life like a dream unfold from your very first step to my very last thought you were everything
