I’m tired of these misconceptions
The expectation for perfection
Everyone is pointed in the wrong direction

They are the light of the world
so let us be their inspiration
hold a candle in their honor
and let’s begin the celebration!

Inconceivable mysteries hidden in the minds of young children
They are the ones that see but do not expect perfection

I’m not perfect, but soon you’ll begin to see
That perfect is not the thing to be
Because what is inside is the only explanation you could ever need

Innocence is what’s inside
And that’s the beauty of it, you see
In their beautiful, untainted minds
Perfection is an idea that exists in everything

Everything big, everything small
Children see the beauty in it all

Why can’t we see from the eyes of children?
That innocence is lost in the older generation
We’ve seen the horror and pain
Again and again

We’ve got so caught up in drama and evil, that we no longer see the beauty and perfection
It’s a sad, sad thing that this world is coming to

But children, they see right through

She felt ugly, from the inside and out
Her stomach never small enough to satisfy oneself
She turned to her side, and cried while staring at the mirror
The reflection that shown back at her, made her feel insecure
She said she wasn't hungry, as she began to starve herself
The craving that built up inside, did anything but help
The bones began to show, and her frown began to widen
Her grotesque sticklike figure, began to leave her frightened
Finally she realized, she was beautiful before
As her sticklike figure faded, and she began to eat once more