O' Child
By Sweeetsuz
Look at the child, O’ mother of pride. Something deep within has died. The ashy faced child trembling inside. What terrible deeds, how to hide? Look at the child, O’ mother of pride. Touch the child, O’ mother of regret. Do you sense the pain they feel yet? What ails this child you did beget? Tears and pain the cheeks are wet. Touch this child, O’ mother of regret. Sense this child, O’ mother of rage. Trouble and hurt the time will wage. You lock your child within the cage. To know the pain you must weigh the gauge. Sense this child, O’ mother of rage. Feel this child, O’ mother of pain. Stunted here, no way to gain. Abuse and threats, they have been lain, The plate is full, the sadnesses reign. Feel your child, O’ mother of pain. Save this child, O’ mother of change Only you can alter the range To you the child’s cries are strange When can you help to re-arrange Save this child, O’ mother of change Written September 10th, 1998 © on Jun 22 2001 12:52 PM PST 0 • 9
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"Look at the child, O’ mother of pride...."