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I am
a child, a wonderful gift
Look at me, look at my innocence
Look at me, look at my innocence
A
flower, a fresh fresh flower
Look in
my eyes and gladly pause
I will
never want to grow up because
I
fear to look the beasts in their faces
I don’t
want to see my own blood
I
will not allow them to treat me bad
I don’t
want to die like those in Iraq
Even
if those just didn't have luck
I don’t
want to sing sad songs either
Or to be carried in beautiful boxes
Covered with the National Flags
Covered with the National Flags
Coiled
up, feeling the cold of colds
Knowing
that I'll forever be away
I don’t
want to grow up to be
I
will never, never agree.
