A CHILD WALKS
A Child Walks / Dark Angel
A child walks along black veils covered all his little fingers
With noise of a child it plays along the hemline of so many
Meadows of his home where he belongs
But in truth it is them who do not want to you to see
The filthy grime that blankets the Earth
He'd sit on logs like pulpits listen to the sermon
of rights and wrongs
Its starting to be his favorite song how life goes o
Nothing seams to matter in his little life of the night
Put your veil back on the man cried out
But who can help but peek when you hear the sounds of torture?
The screams of suffering and agony that you are told to ignore
I feel sorry for this little boy
In his darken hours he found power to say no more of his
Fathers words of pains as he walked away
with that look on his face
Find God he cry's out
His name is Jehovah and he makes way
even for a lost child like me
They are among us the dandelions of thorns.
Poetic Lilly J. Emery (c)
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