Did you see the cold, then
In the fall, abandoned, un cherished
And did some masters find you
And find you ashamed, naked
Were you sold, cheap, shackled
To a monster with toy cars,
When you wanted to sleep in sketches
Un abused, safer telling stories
Where was your mother, daddy, Father
Did they take the Gospel away
As they left you in the classroom
Your face near broken, and ridiculous
Did they steal your treasures
That one fine woman, the innocence
Of the books, and the neighbor's daughter
She was, both were so pretty, until
I know you believed them
The them who showed you emptiness
And the dark, who made you alone
And left you alone, with some masters
And was it too late
When she held your hand?
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