Looking at the child content, so happy Running, playing wild, laughing and loving free Then he goes to school, knowledge in the mind Telling him what’s true, and now the magic’s died Where’s the wonderment?
Programming, Conforming Boxing in their little minds, destroying all creativeness
Why do we believe, that we can foresee Where the world will go, or a child’s destiny? We crush them when they’re wrong They fight but will concede Eventually they fear killing their originality
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We’re all born artists, remaining one is hard We’re taught the tried and true and it’s taken all away Obvious to some, we know there is more What would we become if allowed to grow Into our own passions?
Perfecting, Connecting Expanding our minds, exploring all creation
Why do we believe, in this society In twisting the young mind, in our own conformity? We steal away their dreams We’re telling them they’ll fail We value academics as the only Holy Grail
ReProgram
Programming, Conforming Boxing in their little minds, destroying all creativeness
Why do we believe, that we can foresee Where the world will go, or a child’s destiny? We crush them when they’re wrong They fight but will concede Eventually they fear killing their originality
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