Lonnell George Poet I do not know?

The Children, the Children

The Children, The Children 
How thier little minds work
No matter thier age they're all have a purpose 

The children, the children 
How they show thier love
No matter what they know I'll be there 

The children, the children 
How we dance and laugh 
When the music comes on
Not hearing but feeling the beat that comes out
With rythem raging thew are souls 
As thier bodies go out of control 
Singing even if they don't know the words 
Our voices carried beyond the clouds
As are soul's just blend into us each
We feel Devine no need to speak 
As are eye's just meet and we all know this feeling is unique

The  children,  the children 
They cry as they leave are spirts are combined 
Now are heart's bleeding 

The children,  the children
They're all apart of me
And another chance to save innocence 
So our spirit's  can be  free 



By
Lonnell George

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