The Night Is Cold
We were all born so innocent and pure
We were all crying but make them lure
We seemed tamed but our soul wants to venture
In a world so new, we smile but unsure
As we grow up, we now can really see
That this world is more than just a beauty
And then our perspectives changed so quickly
We were overwhelmed, this world's unruly
And today we are now young adults
Still ready to venture opening vaults
We are reckless people who do assault
But we all know that this is not our fault
We are abused by this horrific world
Trying to cope every night when it's cold
We miss our childhood but that time is old
We're still who we were trying to be bold
Copyright © John Cidro | Year Posted 2016
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