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Born innocent
To be born it is to be free;
It's also the same in death to me.
One is the beginning; one is the end
We have a prepared play that we attend.
To be born so perfect and innocent;
It's only the flesh and bone we rent.
Yet, making two people happy your free at last;
For nine months had gone by so fast.
We watch as you grow up to be a miss or a master;
From here time just speeds up and goes faster.
We love you as more than our heart;
For being our child is the best part.
We only have one shot to raise you right;
This will take eight-teen years: not over night.
We have to teach you right from wrong;
Growing up with a smart mind; a body that's strong.
Our reward is to see how you are all on your own;
How much will you remember from all that was shown.
Will you get married and also have a family?;
Will you make a miracle and also set it free?.
Now your married and have one on the way;
Remember everything that we've had to say.
Raising kids are different know you see;
Now they have to be raised by society.
No family values, and raped of their morals;
Never enjoying life's little spoilers.
It's a new age where kids pack guns;
Only to know sons killing sons.
It seems that our children have their own little war;
Everyday the leave for school ,and walk out the door.
Now longer tis the pen mightier than the sword;
It's all about dominate numbers their working toward.
The next generation will be the fighters in the streets;
It can not be settled in the PTA meets.
Our children,children will become an army of their own;
For what the controlling society has shown.
Separation of church and state they preach;
For now even GOD is out of there reach.
The bible was what started it all;
You take away the foundation; it will fall.
To be born is so free from all of this caos;
Passing down the family tree from us.
To protect our kids from everything we see;
Is to protect them from society.
It's also the same in death to me.
One is the beginning; one is the end
We have a prepared play that we attend.
To be born so perfect and innocent;
It's only the flesh and bone we rent.
Yet, making two people happy your free at last;
For nine months had gone by so fast.
We watch as you grow up to be a miss or a master;
From here time just speeds up and goes faster.
We love you as more than our heart;
For being our child is the best part.
We only have one shot to raise you right;
This will take eight-teen years: not over night.
We have to teach you right from wrong;
Growing up with a smart mind; a body that's strong.
Our reward is to see how you are all on your own;
How much will you remember from all that was shown.
Will you get married and also have a family?;
Will you make a miracle and also set it free?.
Now your married and have one on the way;
Remember everything that we've had to say.
Raising kids are different know you see;
Now they have to be raised by society.
No family values, and raped of their morals;
Never enjoying life's little spoilers.
It's a new age where kids pack guns;
Only to know sons killing sons.
It seems that our children have their own little war;
Everyday the leave for school ,and walk out the door.
Now longer tis the pen mightier than the sword;
It's all about dominate numbers their working toward.
The next generation will be the fighters in the streets;
It can not be settled in the PTA meets.
Our children,children will become an army of their own;
For what the controlling society has shown.
Separation of church and state they preach;
For now even GOD is out of there reach.
The bible was what started it all;
You take away the foundation; it will fall.
To be born is so free from all of this caos;
Passing down the family tree from us.
To protect our kids from everything we see;
Is to protect them from society.
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