There is something about
a woman who believes
A little girl
who isn't afraid
to dream
Life has harsh realities
what makes boys
become a men
Can he revert
does he even
understand
What makes a little girl grow
does she come into the knowledge
she should know
How do you raise your child
without them being damaged
even if the scars are mild
Innocent eyes
turn to devious lies
she used to play with barbies
now shes on the corner of 5th and disease
her body used to the point of no return
when was these bruises earned
Why couldn't she see
that even as a grown women
she should still run
towards her dreams
He used to be superman
his S is faded on his chest
Now hes on the corner
drunk and ready to fight
every night
no rest
Love is like
the drugs
and the cash
they come easy
and they come fast
The highest price was paid
hes the streets slave
why couldn't he see
that super heroes do exist
Now that red cape is useless
he didn't have to let those dreams die
he should have seen even strong men cry
Its the tears that cleanse the soul
but now his heart beats so cold
The child like hours gone in the past
hours turned to days but didn't last
both innocent at one time
now sinners is what you find
Still superman can fly
so the little girl calls
for him as she cries
The little boy
opens his eyes
child like hours
the clock rewinds
saviors of these
innocent minds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem