Little lovely trying lips
Pixie dust and willow whisps
Sun illuminates every stare (stair)
Rising up with no true care
Entitled to be enlightened
Your mind's ...still un-frightened
To young to be so wise?
Dear that is all a lie.
You were born to be the change!
The future is yours to rearrange
Your eyes give off too much light?
Don't you doubt when you are right!
Child keep your head up high
Stand tall and dignify
Make the world not so blind
Allow your light to really shine
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