Innocent Eyes
Tears freely streamed down
On the cheeks of the innocent child
So, there she was, standing
Standing while breaking down
At first, the child felt nothing
Then, the child lost everything
Her world fell apart into millions
Her precious heart broke into billions
The child was peering across the room
Her mind and eyes were restless
She could not muster the pain
The pain of now having less
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