Walking through the halls of the tower,

Passing by messy, clustered rooms

And you wonder how is it we have so many belongings,

When before this

We had no home

We're kids that grew up too fast

Maybe we were never kids

Kids aren't exposed to so much pain,

So much sadness,

Each in our own ways.

But we're kids now-

Kids who want to play, to laugh, to win,

To love.

I watch her from the tower roof,

Flying in the freedom of the air,

And agree that we are definitely kids who just want to love.

But more so,

To be loved.