Fallen Angels
The cherub lies asleep in the cradle in the perfect baby room
The parents who sugarcoat society for their children are doomed
Tell them fairy tales that are magical and can believe
The pusher on the corner is the one in today's world with the magic up his sleeve
Scary world to raise a child and teach them to respect others
Sitting on the school bus and cut down the poor kid's mother
Fifth grade, Julie is gaining weight
Brad, her so called boyfriend sealed her childhood fate
A strange smell emerges from a boy's toilet stall
The door opens, 3 boys exit, the police are waiting in the hall
The boys laugh, they are only thirteen so juvee is their next stop
Metal detectors at all the doors
Guns, knives are taken daily, some kid bullied by a jock, just trying to even the score
We as parents, see it from another angle
We just can't understand the generation of entitlement is our Fallen Angels
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