Mr Roy
I sigh at the sight of Mr. Roy,
He seems a very loving man,
A warmth he carries,
That can be felt
Even miles far away.
I sigh at the sight of Mr. Roy,
The heart laments the absence of warmth,
I only wish words few of love,
But often met with blows of curse,
I look on and on but no escape meets.
I sigh at the sight of Mr. Roy,
I know there exists still love latent,
Somewhere in the chains,
Waiting to be discovered,
By the full moon light.
I sigh at the sight of Mr. Roy,
I know the lamentations are sure to kill,
What lives little of hope,
I still seek the fatherly love,
But the clouds shroud the moon still.....
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