A Child Starring At The Moon



PRAYING THAT THE END OF HIS WORLD

WILL COME SOON

HE LIVES IN THE WORLD

A WORLD OF DISPAIR

A WORLD FULL OF HATE

A WORLD IN WHICH NO ONE CARES

HOW IS HE GOING

TO LIVE HIS LIFE

WITHOUT CARRYING A GUN

OR EVEN A KNIFE

THE LIVES HE SEES

TAKEN AWAY

NEVER TO COME BACK

NEVER TO SEE ANOTHER DAY

WHAT HURT HIM MOST

BRINGING TEARS TO HIS YOUNG EYES

THE SOUND OF HEARING

HIS DYING MOTHER’S CRIES

SHE DIED KNOWING

THE PAIN IN HER HEART

CAUSED BYA STRAY BULLET

THAT TORE HER LIFE APART

TAKING AWAY

THE MAN IN HER LIFE

THE MAN THAT PLACED A RING ON HER FINGER

TO BE HIS DEDICATED WIFE

NO MAN LEFT

ONLY A CHILD

TRYING EVERYDAY

TO MAKE HIS MOTHER SMILE

THE LOVE WE TAKE FOR GRANTED

WE MUST CHERISH

FOR ANY DAY

THAT LOVE CAN PERISH

UNTIL HE DIES

THE CHILD WILL NEVER KNOW WHY

BUT HE WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER

HIS DYING MOTHER CRIES.





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