AlexIvory Anonymous

The angelic soft voice of a child

A child's view of the world is not

Heard

Once it is it does not make sense to adults

A child is not listened to by an adult

But children have the simplest view of the world

A view where we do not fight

We always share

Everyone is equal

These things are simple for them but not for us

But as that child grows, adults mess

With the soft voice of a child

They change their view of what's right

And what's wrong

What was once we share is now

With we keep things to ourselves

We don't share and we don't think of each other as equal

Greed and selfishness gets in the way

There voices of clouds turn into

Hard rocks

Their view of the world is changed

War and hate is normal

Peace and Love is no longer a simple

Idea