Some of us here are dying and it could just be me,
But when I look at it closely, this injustice seems to break me down,
I get it, it’s all fun and games, and your youth should be spent well,
But I’ve seen others, and that word is a blessing, a gift.
We don’t know the meaning of childhood, these words and pictures,
I’m still dazed at how euphoric this scene before me is,
We have nothing, nothing to lose anymore, but all that remains is the question,
Of what we do with the path each unfortunate is bestowed with,
As souls in higher places put us down, we look towards heaven,
Asking for redemption, acceptance in a world lacking.
Because you have to see, we are not we appear to be…