Busy
Yesterday I saw a family without a father
it was a mother and two children,
but the third was stolen
she screamed help
and the people she could help
but only one turned to here
and no one could stop the villain
after all were still busy
I hear the song of the call
to help the woman with children
they were in agreement with the words
that all of them would have helped
but were still busy ...
Copyright © Nick Dylan | Year Posted 2013
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