Kindness of an Innocent Soul
As children we do not understand the meaning of the world.
Our parents try raising us to face the cold hands of the world.
Even when we are kind, innocent, and so called "little angels."
There are things our fathers or mothers do to cope with their mistakes;
wither it be suicide, abusement, or drink themselves to death.
But still our kind hearts see nothing wrong,
we never understand what goes on in the world.
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