Disillusioned thoughts and dreams,
Do become all that's left to see.
Broken hearts full of gold,
Were merely toys left or sold.
In these homes that have been left alone,
They see that they were merely owned.
Their homes that stand no more,
Are replaced with simply many doors.
The children do hear of thoughts and dreams
That will never be their's to keep,
For on those days that were taken away,
The children learned of thieves,
Who stole their innocents away.
Now left in darkness they do wait,
For that one who will take them away.
Away from the pain and forgotten sorrow,
Into the world that is tomorrow.