Spoiled goods, poisonous tweets, every kid on the goddamn street

Jaded hearts, at least you’re free, don’t know what it’s like not to eat

Tarnished flowers, had a place to grow, while angels never had a home

Ignorant sheep, never see never know, because they were never shown

Sweetest sights, will never see the light of day, place of birth in the way

Fragile spirits, in rubble they lay, in their life they have no say

Gifts from god, live their lives alone and scared, because not enough care

Children, everywhere have nothing, while you complain about all your things

It seems kind of unfair




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