from innocent eyes dost thy weep
the muffled cries hidden deep
torturing thy soul to make thee week
stealing control to make thee meek
"cry not my love" a voice dost sing
bringing hope into all things...
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PoetryPoetry from the heart of a broken child. ...And short stories.
Forgotten Hope
from innocent eyes dost thy weep
the muffled cries hidden deep
torturing thy soul to make thee week
stealing control to make thee meek
"cry not my love" a voice dost sing
bringing hope into all things...