Alla inlägg den 27 augusti 2018
A father's pride, my son walking beside me
I look around and marvel how the children play
In perfect disarray (So innocent)
No judgement, pure exhilaration
Black to white, the colors aren't on their minds
Nothing predefined (All different)
There's always one who plants an evil seed and
Preaches fear to pull you to the other side
Into a world of lies
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