Little ones laughing
Little ones running
Never knowing their significance
Their innocence, their purity
Filling the void of the less fortunate
The ones who have seen too much, know too much
Wishing they could go back to the day
That day where they played
Lived, laughed, loved
Completely oblivious to the world around them
Protected from sins
Held back by morals
Lead by a hand
Never having to know the pains of life
Never having to realize the weight the world puts on their shoulders
The pressure to be a better generation
The urge to force success
Big ones watching
Big ones bitterly smiling
Oh, if only they could go back..