When I was a kid my parents took care of me,

I didn’t think much of it, so I let it be.

Now that I’m older I see the suffering,

And I can’t help myself from wondering

When did I grow up?

I have to help myself more,

And pick friends up off the floor.

The world is a hurtful place,

And my loved ones have had a taste.

It kills me when they see the darkness,

But they keep growing regardless.

Now I know I’m not alone,

But still scared of the unknown.

My generation struggles together,

But we stand firm against the weather.

Together we have helped each other,

Like our own sister and brother.