Emile

When he came into the world, The child that came too soon, He had nothing but his innocence And was blameless and so true. But he never felt the warmth’s Supposed to nurture someone Of as young an age; That was life to him, Sad as it may seem. Pain tattooed on his skin Designed as bruise and scars, Too harsh a punishment for acting Like the child he was; And to think it’s only been Just four years that he lived Within the world he knew, He had to end it all, He had to leave so soon. Oh, father and mother dear, He’ll never understand Each searing heat stubbed in his skin Or each cracking leather slap. Yes, he had to cry a tear To soothe the pain all through, Like a fading candle’s wicker Slowly burnt out into soot. Now I say to you, my child, May Peace now be with you.