Why do children, those who grow up in the slums,
Wounded with scarred faces, die so young?
Some with a heart fighting for a change
Why do we lose them at such a young age?
We must listen to their point of view
They're all our new beginning
Recognize the youth.
It hurts me and brings me tears, can't you see their eyes?
No one knows their struggle like they do
Innocent ones with shattered lives
I hope one day we'll make it through
Sometimes I wonder why we never let them fly
Bitter cries, no longer dry
Facing troubles which result in suicide
Goodbye so young, please don't cry.
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