Therapy

My children in cold anguish seethe A spiteful mind sowed them with sinister seed We praise them as they succeed In the material world to live as emotional weed Their little wings unfeathered for spiritual flight O help me pray for then tonight O parents, when you seek revenge Against your sundered complement, remember My children, just causes God avenge If your cause is just, why blaze the cold ember To advertise the bitterness of anger, suspend Digging of the pit for sad end Save the children when things fall Apart, sure these silent years have wasted me My choice to back against the wall But time unweaves the false plots of history And innocense is ambrosia to my hungry soul Sea stones are clean where salt waters roll.