Brightness and beauty and all things pure
These are what children are for
They remind us of much simpler times
Before we coveted things and much more
We are the keepers of their little hearts
Yet we protect them not from our hate
Who are we to destroy hopes and dreams
When we preach about entering Heaven’s gate?
They represent all the good that we were
Souls that need to be cuddled and loved
Instead we make them grow up too fast
Young flowers snapped prematurely from the bud
We are all at fault if we but think
Even those who have no children of their own
For we expose their young hearts and minds
To such things that are better left unknown
So take heed you of mature wisdom
Remember that children are our tomorrow
For if you disturb God’s greatest gift
Surely your happiness will fall to their sorrow
