Marching along to the beat of the drum,
Following the leader,
Listening to the orders,
Bravery at all times no matter what,
And yet still being a child.
There was a time that we did all of this,
A time where we were brave children,
A time that we had a fire in our hearts,
A time when we were like a toy that everyone wanted,
And a time when we all were so called perfect.
That time was the life we had dreamed of,
It was nice for a while,
Until it broke,
When we dream,
We dream about everything but the problems,
We prefer to leave the problems out because maybe if we don't dream about it,
It won't happen,
But in the game we play that just doesn't happen,
We deal with problems everyday,
We just deal with them,
But all of us know that there will be a day that it changes.
A day when the problems get too much,
A day when the pressure gets too much,
A day when we can't handle...