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Don't you miss the days when the grass was green,
And people who hurt you were put in time out for being mean?
So much less than stressful,
You're whole world was peaceful
No worries on what to say, think, or do,
Your schedule was planned out for you
No one cared if you goofed around or did the wrong thing,
Your world was free of helplessness and shame
Oh, how your childhood was bright,
With no real problems, no sleepless nights
Don't you wish you could go back?
I don't
Not all childhoods are bright,
There are children with sleepless nights
Every day, children are touched in ways no child should be touched.
Every day, a child somewhere is kicked and/or punched
Whenever they show symptoms, you shake it off,
Thinking it's from something they fell off
Why is Society so fucking blind?
Why are so many innocent children traumatized?