Its funny how strangers

Can help us and show a

Direction to grow

Its funny how are loved

Ones really have nothing

To show

Restricted in our enclaves

We think we know it all

Run home after ruining

Lives and in our castles

We stand tall

Why are only children

Able to tell the truth

What is it as adults that

We somehow lost in youth

Heard are many whispers as

Things that are for real

Ask such things loudly and

From you others conceal

Its funny how strangers

Can lend a helping hand

While our blood relations

Would coldly there just

Stand