I'm watching the youth
the children
naive of real pain
unknowing to be deprived
of many beautiful things
but what a hypocrite i am
to judge by what i see
i have no idea
but i also change their judgment
its easy for me to deceive
with just one smile
years of sorrow will leave
so maybe it's the same
but yet still i don't know
of hidden oceans they release
the sadness they don't show