
I wipe the small, petty, vindictive venom from your lips Sanitize the air polluted by them I will clip your fangs if I have to This is not the legacy we will pass on Your wounds Claw marks and ripped skin Will not mar youthful innocence And loving hearts They will continue to know a loving embrace And soft kisses for as long as possible Before the ugliness and cruelty of the world Changes them forever You will not speed them toward that end -gws