A Child's Eyes
Having seen the inside of life
I know that life is not what we hold so dearly
Between my parent’s slow reflexes to cover my eyes
And the world’s fear of history repeating
I don’t wanna learn anymore
Plagued by this disease that everyone knows the name of
Depression
But can’t fucking understand
And only by looking into the eyes of a child
Can life be seen
Before it is stripped away by the world’s beauty
That primitive will to survive
By crying desperately, shamelessly for its protector
Knowing that that is its goal
We created choices for ourselves
And forgot to make a cure
And even knowing the name of this Disease
We are left weak, and cowardly
Because for too long we cried for our protector
Because THEY were too weak to strengthen US
This perversion WE call life
That labels innocence as being stupid
And only by looking into a child’s eyes
Can we pretend we are doing something right
But when I look in their eyes
I see the life we are destroying
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