Strong Life
Children roam through the city
With cold hearts and no pity
Respect for others, there's none
A child with respect or pity, there's none
Don't let anyone permit them to be disturbed
Don't let any lack of respect or pity be curbed
They are all within the looking glass
They all think that what they have is class
And that which will soon pass
Will come and go so fast
May it be Gods face they see
May Gods respect and pity it be
(c) TJC 1997
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