They walked on the path to freedom
They held on to it, if they had everything to lose
For they are the ones that were being taught that abuse
Is a reason to love your parents?
For you are the one that is weak, they all said
They all committed to this one purpose
The children that weren’t meant to be dead

The children that are meant to be singers, writers
Painters, musicians, science teachers, it all doesn’t matter
These children don’t have a home to return to
But confide in their passion, for they are the ones that do matter
Not their parents who tried to strip off their wings
And put them in a casket right at birth

These children’s will grow up not knowing what a family should be…
A safe environment for all to be comfortable with
Getting supported in their life choices,
They are the strongest people you will ever meet,
For they are a casualty, a damaged defect, a sanity craven picture
As what I mean, they have a stabile future
Just a different one then what we expect from our legacy
Cause we are scared they will fuck it up, but these children will make it better…you’ll see

For they are the damaged goods, who will find their way
To repair themselves,
And be as strong as they once were from birth
They will be the ones that shall be heard.