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Created on: November 18, 2007
A Poem for Adults by Children.
We do not know how you think
We do not know how you feel
We wonder why it is
You worry oh, oh so much.
You should be just like us,
Be blind to colour and to race
Cry and laugh when you want to
And never let that be any disgrace.
.
Look for the opportunity
To show off how you feel
To dance and sing your heart out
And swell with the applause.
You should be like us,
Be blind to colour and to race
Cry and laugh when you want to
And never let that be any disgrace.
When you are tired
Then lie down and sleep
But when it is important
Stand and fight on your feet.
You should be just like us,
Be blind to colour and to race
Cry and laugh when you want to
And never let that be any disgrace.
If you have a fight
You can not win alone
Then just do what we do
Cry and yell for help
You should be just like us,
Be blind to colour and to race
Cry and laugh when you want to
And never let that be any disgrace.
We wish that you could see
Just how free we are
Because we never need
To prove just how smart we are.
You should be just like us,
Be blind to colour and to race
Cry and laugh when you want to
And never let that be any disgrace.
Now let us tell you something
That you have all forgotten
Children are Children
And they are important.
You should be just like us,
Be blind to colour and to race
Cry and laugh when you want to
And never let that be any disgrace.
Pain comes from hurt
But if nature takes its course
Love and healing
Will be, the very best resource.
You should be just like us,
Be blind to colour and to race
Cry and laugh when you want to
And never let that be any disgrace.
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