Sometimes it's a fight within.
A battle between what you WANT to do and what you know you Should do.
I never know who is gonna win.
I guess that's why I don't like to play.
Children see too much
Parents aren't there enough
Raised by TV and grade-school teachers
Living in empty houses
Filled with empty space
And we act surprised at today's news Headline
Who is raising our children?
Who is teaching them right from wrong?
Who is taking responsibility?
Who is protecting them?
Who are you waiting on to step in?
Who will speak for an innocent child?
Bring damnation to the world because we've sent it an invitation and rolled out the red carpet
Why do you look so surprised when it arrives?
Cocktail? Weenie on a stick? The next generation perhaps?
Maybe we should stop feeding our own desires and turn our gaze away from ourselves
There is someone else more important then us
Someone small and easy to not notice
Someone who is watching every little move we make
Someone who wants to be like us when they grow up
Someone who will do what they see and not what they are told
Someone . . .
Who's moral compass will one day be the compass for the World.
Who taught them?
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