stolen times

learning to be a youth

looking out the window
a little child at play
time seems to move slow
I wish that I could stay
id watch the time that was stolen
from me when I was young
my memory is broken
you can see what i've become

they say that I grew up too fast
but what do they all know
that time is forever in the past
and I still have time to grow
I want to be a better man
than who my fathers were
never will injustice stand
and I will never endorse war
this is now my memories
for all of us to know
I hope they might inspire you
they are helping me to show
the broken and the beaten
will always rise again
survival is our lesson learned
and I will share it till my end