The
age of the young
They
are innocent; they are playful
They
think they have the rights
Under
the family's tree
The
young ones see
The
world entirely different
The
eyes of the parents
They
are the rebellious steaks
They
are in a hurry
They
want to grow up quickly
The
parents should know
They
were once dancing the familiar tune
The
young ones grow
The
time will not return
Once
they lose their innocent years
They
know they can't get it back ever
The
parents should listen
Go
along and open up communication
The
young ones will not be around
When
they grow up, they will fly
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