Young, Hurtful Souls

Let's put ourselves in their shoes Let's take time to understand why they act the way they do They're tired Tired of being surrounded by liars Tired of seeing bags underneath their eyes Developed from the lonely night cries They're tired of being tired the next day from the night before All from staying awake waiting for their mom to walk through the door They're tired of feeling like nobody cares Being alone, with no food to eat is too much to bare Tired of what's suppose to be a home being a house Of seeing parents play with their children while stuck on the inside looking out Tired of wondering why do they have to suffer the pain And be apart of life's hardest game Tired of crying when people see what's wrong As if we don't hear the sad tune playing in their hurtful song They yearn to be where they belong and desire to be A place where they can feel good, happy, and stress free Where they can smile, laugh, and play But mostly, go home to a loving family at the end of each day