honor, by eleanor maslen |
A child lost in hide away places dreaming of love of calm gently faces soon to be an angel torn from life for his father is evil and carries a knife the boy has no hope as he pleads with this man who preys on a child at his waist does he stand but his father knows not of the laws of mercy as i close my eyes from what i see before me. |
Posted: 2012-12-16 16:59:42 UTC |
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