She had found herself with baby,
she was a natural healer, giving and nurturing.
They were too busy thinking.
about what was the right action,
You have no choice mother,
what have you got to give this child?
How will you raise her, no father?
....or rather,
Wouldnt you be better knowing,
she had grown in a loving family,
in a different gene pool.
For her it will be better, then you can go on,
and soon you will forget her...........
Dont kill the princess, just maim her
lace her childhood, a masquerade of identity.
Woken from the living sleep, years later
regret, tears, fears, smears,
You should have seen me grown,
all the years you've never known. .
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-01-09 06:25:41
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