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Stories Of Old

20 Jul

Stories of old

A child I never knew

Shares with me her past

Makes it difficult to get through

Her pleading green eyes they stare

Telling me to make it right

When I do wrong

She turns away, cries

Shares with me her fright

Shows me her futuristic pictures

All a pack of lies

Or will she show them to me in truth

Before the day I die?

It is her parents who come to me

Begging forgiveness – they want their daughter back

But how can I give them what I haven’t got?

I don’t know their daughter

Forgiveness I lack

If you ask me who she is

I would look around and see

That if I search within myself

I’d find that she is me

Stories of old

A child that never weeps

Hides from me her past

And dies without a peep

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