Childrens Labour

It hurts the tears from your eyes
The very flash of a knife, frightens nothing
For sometimes it's not fear that scares you sometimes it's thought
Your incorrect fashion cares for lack of responsibility
But nor does loves daily dose recommend to smite down on those with fresh hearts
When the night comes sickly to your desperate faces
It won't hurt you, it will take you with it's wings and carry you threw thy overgrown life
Hopefully those who think correctly will notice that it's no angel it's no god it's just a simple source of hope, a simple source of tears
For those doves that guide you, the right way always have the choice to guide the wrong way
Never take it for granted, always make it guaranteed
Those heavenly sounds are your souls crying, screaming for the escape route, but they will never find it, for it's blocked up and your souls only way to escape is to unblock the passage with strength, with their own willpowers to keep you alive, to keep them alive
But don't worry, they save you, they stop you...