For the Children

They are the broken and the bad

Our future & our present

We chose to break them, to enslave them

For our own good, and not theirs

We must love them, we must punish them, for our own good we must die

We'll find a better way, to get through this mess, and I ask now you come and rise

Now

I know I was left alone, so I will not take what's done

A call now to all the rejects

To come and join us now

I know I needed this world

All its people, all its lessons

To raise me & become me, and what's to come

You must look inside

Questions and answer hide

But in silence one can hear the screams

What must we do when they rebel when they break & spit on God

Must we punish, drop them, kick them, spit at them, like they're the bad

No