Child In a Manger Crossed By All Danger

I, was slowly passing all open farms on rail; The chugging kept me hugging, the little one so pale, Her cough was loud, her cold was still a mess,while in my quest did tried my best to hide the pain, that held her chest; Alone, a man was standing, with smells of wickedness, his blood was cold, his tone was soar with arms and limbs that dealt, a mighty blow; For there he was a traveling tramp forcing his might on me; A single hand that worked for me pulled out a single strand,he then,grabbed me by the hand; the little child her cry was loud, my world was simply fouled, hapless in may stance,watched the man flash his hand & slap by the hand. He stole my gold, even though I being so bold; Cried aloud, I told the crowd to catch him by his brow but, no one knew how things would go and let him pass without a no; My world was down and in my frown, I tried to hide my plight; For, all I done was see my kin nestle her way to the nearby inn. While aid would come and so be done our journey back in days within; Relief it was in disbelief that lit my heart a part, for there it came in the form of a native who was totally disbelieved. On hearing my cry he offered his tie to help my little one fly !