Time to Bloom
Broken children, troubled start
No one hears a broken heart
No one takes your pleading hand
As none of them could understand
No one listens to your prayers
Look around you... no one cares!
All of them have lives to lead
Them the flowers, you the weed
From this time of dark despair
It's now time to repair...
Damaged adults gather round
Listen... Hear that broken sound?
A broken heart... it can be heard
And some took note of every word
Every prayer you whispered true
Was given as a gift to you
But as a child you could not see
Your gift was but a key
Find the lock and turn that key
Its time to set your darkness free
Only you yourself can change
It's possible to rearrange
Your clock of life you can now wind
To leave your broken past behind
And as the hands begin to turn
Its not too late to learn
Use your life as help for those...
The ones that think that no one knows
Hear their hearts and help them mend
It only takes a smiling friend
Make their hand fit like a glove
Within your hand they will feel love
And in life's garden give them room
A little extra time to bloom
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