Everyday I hear a child cry.
With tears in his eyes, I ask myself why?
Little did I know, he was beaten and torn apart.
For something they called :- ‘Mysterious art.’
Welcome to a child’s life – one full of tears.
Lacking everything except,
the component – ‘fear’.
So what is in it to be different?
To be one of a kind?
Yes, nothing’s wrong.
But bullies do what they want
And he does what he wants.
But does he have to be made
fun of all the time?
Why can’t the accept his offer
of a beautiful dime? (painting)
Well this is the ugly truth – plain and simple.
Our peers don’t want ‘us’ to grow
Unless we are “pro’s”, they say.
Into a child’s life – So plain , So bare
Destroyed by bullies everywhere.
Well there’s I’d like to tell
To all the bullies everywhere.
You may take it as fun,
But they certainly don’t think
Your done.
So stop it , stop it , stop it at once;
Let them bounce and glow
Just like a tree that never grows old!
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