I pray for the children still screaming inside
as they hope for better days in adulthood
and yearn for simpler times.
Who were robbed of the chance to know themselves
by opinions bigger than the mind.
I think of the hearts that had to adjust to the pace of life.
Lost children whose face grew somber as the years progressed
and they lost track of time.
Thinking how they could’ve done more to hold onto a dream that was determined to die.
