Unwritten

Children fact the horrors
Of the world
Adults are blissfully
Unaware

Fears turn to Nightmares
Nightmares to Bitterness
Bitterness to Cold, Empty Eyes
Cold, Empty Eyes reveal lost faith

Light in little eyes
Hope twinkling in baby blues
Their future is theirs to make
Their future is unwritten

Dawn turns to dusk
The moon turns to the sun
Waves soar to the air
The air soars to the earth

Laughter turns to tears
Tears turn to dust
Dust turns to hope
Hope turns to Dissapointment

And Children Grow Up