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Yes, You'Ve Served Your Time

He's happy in his chair The window over there Let's him see the blue of sky Let's him see the green of field The quiet in his mind Let's him hear the birdsong live He's happy in his chair He doesn't see you standing there He doesn't see into your eyes He's in a place he calls 'crow flies' Where every morning has soft blue skies Every crow call soothes his mind He's happy in his chair He may spend hours looking at the air He may follow clouds over the fields To him what you are is not real Don't try to apologise You're not even in his cries You don't exist in his broken mind He's happy in his chair He blocks out the pain of being there He blocks out the reason why you broke his little mind When you left him in a field, helpless, alone and in such need. The baby cries they heard then found A poor little wretch crying on the ground The crows around who made unusual sounds To catch the people walking by, they jumped up and down. He's happy in his chair He's happy you're not there He can't understand why wild animals seemed to care that his mother was not there! A little baby who's hurtful cries made the crows act to save his life!! They found your boy looking up to the sky, All cried out with staring eyes, dumb and mute for years - as cold as ice. We stop his nightmares with recorded crow cries! They found your note stating your reasons for why? You gave birth to this innocent young life! And yes, you've served your time! Yes.....you've served your time? And yes....you apologise but that don't heal his mind! That don't stop his cries, the loneliness of his life For that what remedies and reasons can you provide? I'll stand in front of you I'll not let you get through I'll use force if you force me too You will hear why......... Reasons you ask, you cry? The reasons why we all despise? The fact that you're breathing shows us that God doesn't hear our cries The reason why I could end your life ............................................................................................ .....................................................................? You left him there to die.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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