The Sorrow of This Child
Iv'e crossed seas that to try and contain
their vastness is beyond human capability.
And Iv'e felt a thousand old age warriors
come alive inside of my solitary meeting place.
Iv'e felt my child ripped from her warm safe place,
at least I always had her skirts to hide in.
What about her and who am I?
all the nights she lay inside of me.
I could be all she needed then....
At least I could give her life.
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