O child smile, speak, why afraid,
Utter a single word and wisdom might be laid in motion
But listen; don’t listen to these words,
Everyone listens to or sprout out of their untold tongue
But see what they fail to see,
Like me, you, and us burning under this dusk tree.
But do listen and do
Hear the voice of violence hiding behind the words of romance,
Hear the screams, and hate, before we lose our self.
And reappear and rethought that peace is just a dream,
Which no man ever dreams of but told injustice reigns supreme.
Really, it’s like being told sour cream is sweeter than caramel under our burnt tongue.
It’s just false, but where’s the truth hiding in this day in age,
Maybe it just pulsating its last breath before death.
O child smile, speak, why afraid,
Don’t get discourage by their words,
Speak; smile and wisdom might just be laid in motion.
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