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Goodbye to the Children

There’s too much pride for anyone to be proud

And no one can listen when everyone’s loud.

I flexed my control

You bucked in your fear

And all that it earned us were tears.  

I wish I could hold you and make it okay

If your pain were a fly, I’d shoo it away

But it’s not

It’s a root deeper than trees

And there’s no more strength left in me.  

Your world is a secret most wish to ignore

Your thoughts are keys, but you don’t know what for

So you use them as weapons

Against us.  Against you.  

And none of us know what to do.   

For times that I failed you, my precious lost

Please remember I loved you, no matter the cost

There is light

In this world, for those who believe

May His light stay with you when I leave.  

I must leave.

Because there’s too much pride for anyone to be proud.

And no one can listen when everyone’s loud.

Goodbye.

And remember me as one who knew

That you are worth so much more than what you can do.

May your eyes be opened.  May your world become new.   

Goodbye, little ones.  Be true.