The Children Poem by annius cannon

Theres a place, where bruises turn into blushes
A place where the sunlight always touches
Smiles always slide across the lips of a child
They can run in the wind and have fun worthwhile
They can fly on angels wings and soar to heaven
Leave this miserable life they are living in
The old should instruct the love of the Lord
And that would make changes for boy and girl
There is a place that will be better and brighter than tomorrow
A place where children wont have to hear words of sorrow
The children are the world and are the greatest creation ever made
For when your days are bad, they make a new day
Children makes the world a place where love can be
Help them make the world a better place for you and for me