It's a child dear hold it close
A child claude in white with beautiful wings and a heart warming smile.
This is the modern image of an angel.
But that is only a myth for even a child's mind can be corrupted.
All it takes is one bad influence and that seemingly perfect child can become a monster.
With a smile that only shows greed and eyes that are lifeless.
Because they know nothing.
Only what they were taught but that is purest form of magic.
Simply raising a child is simple.
But loving a child with all your heart is something that not anyone can do.
Its devotion and love that determine a child's future.
It's love that makes a child truly shine.
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