by Unknown
Dec 2010 394 Views 4 comments
The Child in the Early Night
It's the path of the night,
It's the flight in the early light.
Descending to the ground
While it's up high at peace
And tumble to search something found
It's odd, it's even, it's why
are all taken and eaten?
Crumble down, it doesn't need anymore clowns.
Stop the laughs....stop the games.
This Child doesn't want to get blamed
for something that the foxes tore apart,
scattered to the four winds
forever forgotten,
forever gone.
It's the flight in the early light.
Descending to the ground
While it's up high at peace
And tumble to search something found
It's odd, it's even, it's why
are all taken and eaten?
Crumble down, it doesn't need anymore clowns.
Stop the laughs....stop the games.
This Child doesn't want to get blamed
for something that the foxes tore apart,
scattered to the four winds
forever forgotten,
forever gone.
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Posted: Dec 2010
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