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
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