In this world of destruction, lies and fears
That seems to be made of nothing but tears
Where people kill, burn and hate
How less and less graduate
More parents scream, beat and rape
And leave their kids with more then scrapes
Teens commit suicide
And think on the downside
More are addicted to drugs
And men try to be thugs
But in the mist of all this bad
The anger, the rude, the sad
There is still good
Where we can relive our childhood
Love grows in the darkest of dark places
No matter the ages
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