Child Play
rain comes down quickly,children would play on side walks,they would make guns out of toys
instead of planes,forgive them because of there youth,a lesson learned at there
residence,i question there caretakers,to find there minds not fill with knowledge,come to
me lost souls,i will build you a little house,you can hide from the pain,i wont see your
names engraved on stones,you will be in my arms watching the rain,no guns will be
made,just little toy planes
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