Taught,
Learn,
People.
People are wanted here,
Here to tell,
And here to lie.
Here to lie to the small children in the front row about how santa is real,
And god controls everything,
And the Easter bunny really did give you those eggs.
When will these innocent little bunnies ever learn?
They will learn from people.
People who care, people who love,
People who know.
People who know what finding out the truth about the Easter Bunny is like.
People like me,
People like me.
And still I rise,
Every morning,
To face another smiling face,
Another toothless grin.
I live to see their little faces,
To regain something I lost a long time ago:
My youth.
Running and playing, not a care in the world.
I didn’t know,
The truth:
That Santa wasn’t real.