Decaying

There is a language
everybody knows
yet
most refuse
to speak it
There is a dream
all fathers know
yet
most refuse
to make it so
There is a seed
that needs to grow
yet
most refuse
to let it
There is a spark
of light
deep within
our childrens eyes
that is slowly
dying
yet
most refuse
to see
that we
are decaying
from within