There are incremental emotions that build inside.
There are instantaneous emotions that override.
There are feelings of love that will never subside.
A desire grows to battle against the tide.
To give a life that is much softer and sweeter upon the mind.
To not have repeated, the things that left the soul beaten inside.
To not have an existence in which the mind upon evil must dine.
That is that they will be free from the persecution of bad times.
That these pure little cherubs will see a better life.
Free from all the pain and the strife.
Sometimes we see another as having an easy life.
Never digging deep and asking why?
Pain comes in many forms and all I ask is that I can face the storm.
That my young baby may never have to face evils swarm.
For my young one's future my dedication is sworn.
Yet my vision of him having a happy life is torn.
Though I hail from a land of wealth.
I have seen the extremity of seeking for the self.
Weary in body and minds health.
Into sorrowful philosophy I have delved.
Though it is likely my child will see a brighter existence.
I seek to instil the need to never succumb to desistance.
That in flickering flickers of peace and love there is persistence.
To create a better life than I have had is my only insistence.
Tearful eyes look upon every child.
Tender sweet and oh so mild.
By the earth, their emotions will be riled.
By the people, their conscience defiled.
Yet the parent will embolden to shield them from the inevitable.
That is that we are all susceptible.
Ideas of love and compassion from a young age are edible.
With age we begin to doubt if they are credible.
There are the sins of the wrong doer.
Yet these children are so pure.
If we can only build a world from this sewer.
A tale of which the youth can thrive not simply endure.