A Brief Filed For the Abused
The tell me the waters of the sea
Are little children's tears
The rivers that flowed from me
And victims of forgotten years
In little dark corners shaking
Hungry and starved for light
Bodies bruised and minds aching
Injuries covered from the sight
Today I am going to the seaside
I shall build new castles there
To see what those tears deride
And why our land is ever bare.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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