My Dream
A child is precious,
Her life is even more so.
A life full of innocence
and little experience.
To make a child right,
teach it to be smart,
not cool, or violent
But wise
But make a child wrong,
and the harder things will be.
A life full of sadness,
sorrow, agony,
or maybe even all three
Maybe I'm delirious
or maybe it's my passion,
but one day, My Dream is
to prevent all these things from happening.
With one real clear profession
This profession is Social Work
the one that helps with kids.
My mission is quite simple,
and it is really not that difficult.
It is to help support those kids
who have no one else to lean on.
With the hope that someday
they will do the same.
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