Restored Pasts

As I was born, i didnt know how my father or mothers past life had been torn
Poverty had strucken their lives and changed their way of thinking
My father seeing early sunrises till late evenings
Working to provide a life he wished his kids wouldnt be seeing
A mother whos affection of mother had never gotten
Like a lost child she was forgotten
But there was change for the better
And this boy was given love and lived life richer
Now last, i have been torn, seeing teens around me not living life because of a horrible past
Now it all made sense of why i was born
To give lives a touch of love and confidence
Not caring of race, sex, or origin
But knowing that we all were created equally
A torn life of unhappiness to a restored life of happiness

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