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FOR A STREETCHILD |
A child is like an angel
Come down to bewitch us mortals
With forgotten wings that fell
Behind as they left Heaven's portals
A child's tears are the shards of an icy rain
Tearing across lost Youth with unforgiving ferocity
Railing against the careless gods that reigned
Who had neglected this jewel's rarity
A child's anger is the sword of vengeance
Slicing through the wealth of a deaf Paradise
When happiness had become more of a hindrance
And the Seraphims took no note of innocent cries
A child's despair is that gust of cold wind
That blows angrily at the flickering candle
And Hope will be that flame unrekindled
Once quenched, for the last time, of its fiery cradle
A child is like an angel
Come down to beseech us mortals
With forgotten wings that fell
Behind as they left Heaven's portals...
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| 16th October 1998 | | |
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