Children's of the Mile
Saturday child set goals so high, goals that are reachable if all will try.
Friday's girl has eye's of pearl, Thursday child is running wild-help
is needed in their voilent World.
"Children's of the mile", own journey is few, in our methodical mindset
what else is new. Children's of the mile brings Wednesday wing's that
fly, for tuesday child wish that they could fly, for then all could cry and
share, a Predator has touch them, now no-smile, who?..."There're
called, Children's of the Mile".
They want to talk, where's the adult that care's. He's Monday child hear
him now, hear him offer love of answer's how-so now you rest.
"The sickness of the Predator, from east too west may God of Sunday
called Emanuelle-find you sitting in a westcoast jail".
Someone to talk too, Someone now; "Always hear the, Children's of the
Mile"....
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