• The children rose from the river of Hope
    In bubbles shiny and new
    Sun glittering down on their sparkly world
    Where dreams would always come true

    They floated as light as a daydream
    That flutters through the mind
    Each day crafted by an angel and lasting years
    Free of the ropes that bind

    But as the dust settled on their shimmering world
    The bubbles started to sink
    Dragged down by the weight of horrors endured
    And memory’s putrid stink

    Each year they struggle to rise again
    While the air gets thicker and thicker
    Straining against the tide of boredom
    Their soul gets sicker and sicker

    When one day they awake to the clouds of smoke
    Exhaustion fumes overcome them
    They’re too tired to make the bubbles rise
    And they fall…like many before them