Lost Innosence

Childless I walk alone
Weary and tired I moan
Wanting to see the light
Trying hard to put up a fight

Crying out in pain
Wonder if it will ever be the same
feeling the joy of having life
Having a reason not to use that knife

Having something to share your my little charub from above
But your lost
And I wish it were me instead of it.

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