The children
they woke up to play
morning was to them
A new and better day
Going on adventure
Mysteries well kept
darkness was not there
money never spent
All the same
goals alike and known
sharing and understanding
like we should, but we dont
Yes the children
are the reason i can sit and laugh
Look across my window
wave quietly my hand
I never do more though
than watch them from my door
this their time, and theirs only
soon it will be no more.