November 9th

Baby girl, I know you're tired
Don't let the world put out your fire
Take my hand and you will see
Sadness and anger aren't everything

Baby boy don't lose your sweetness
Don't think your humanity equals weakness
Take my hand and you shall see
Suppression and pain are not everything

Little rock up in the sky
Just know we're sick and asking "Why?"
Little ball falls though the void
It holds us together and endures our choices