Spit In My Eyes

I always did have a wild imagination

but was never taught to use it

I often was told to defuse it

every time that I would climb aboard

my make believe time machine

I was laughed at and told something mean

as time moved on I forgot how to have fun

break windows, climb tree's play and run

It was grown folks who slammed the door

in the face my dreams and my faith faded away

those who are still living are still in limbo today

somewhere along the way I found the key

and escaped the chains that shackled my brain

now I live life like I'm insane refusing to miss a thing

we should never take a child's wonder away

allow them to fly and don't take their wings away

let them have a voice and a choice to choose

let them test their will and never tell them how

they should feel, let them express themselves

through their own creative actions

appreciate and encourage them to push

past your failures and enslaved beliefs

and when they struggle and they will

don't you ever tell them to be still and

continue to remind them that the struggle is real