Dreamer of time
living the lives of others
Reveling in places
where excitement dwells
Seeking out the adventurer
before their day begins
Where sunshine never reaches
your darkness cools the soul like wind
Your heat is emotion
the blizzard of despair
Seeking out the children
their adventures to be shared
They see rainbows in the bathroom
their playmate is the moon
They talk to those unknown to them
if supervision is not pursued
Like the bear after the honey
is the sting worth the prize
For they have never lost a battle
so they are not considered wise
Childhood where does it go
where everything is your friend
Is it stolen by the darkness
or wrestled away in pretend
The nativity is drawn night
upon the innocence at hand
Shuffled into adulthood
with bloodstain on their hands
We seek the mysteries of maturity
but are given thoughts in kind
To dine with dirt upon our soul
by the input we inspire
The media is a monster
that feeds our children dread
Sometimes it is so intense
it causes someones death
We flourish with our videos
in games and movies alike
Teaching the rules of criminals
that travel through the night
Our songs are of hatred
and violence is the theme
But the purity of our children
remains our solemn dream
So monitor what they watch
gives books that inspire dreams
Sing song of heroes and heroin's
bring stars down to Earth on strings
Give hope and pride within themselves
that paint their future with dreams
Sit down and talk with the children
listen to what they say
For tomorrow it will be their world
and our turn to sit and play.