You may have wished you were there all over again.
Giving life to all those things you never would.
Showing emotion they never thought to hold inside.
Taking for granted the freedoms felt, but soon you’re old.
What would you give to feel like that all over again.
Often abused into a state of mind, now bent.
They’re a sponge that be can fed all sorts of things.
Let’s start protecting the certain future of the human race.
Don’t touch their magic,
Let it be, and let them grow into who they are.
Let them talk it out,
Just listen and learn about who you brought into your home.
Feed them real food,
Not the synthetics that have almost become the norm.
Give them clean water,
Their bodies use it to grow and clean themselves inside.
Make them think,
And invite them to create the future, it’s what they’ll have.
Become a friend of theirs,
It’s what they need, just like you did when you were young.
Don’t ever make them wrong,
You’ll spin them in, a fragile mold that still needs to grow.
Love them dearly,
Instead of giving them what you feel was done to you.