Oh, sweet little child
You alone in the wild
Your face is tough and never mild
Your number never dialed
Oh, poor little child
So moody and so riled
I could see a smile
Your features - pure wile
And animally vial
Oh, lost forgotten child
Alone in the city tiled
With freaky buildings cramped and piled
Stretching for another mile
I could see a smile
I’m the wicked-city child
Lost alone in the wild
Every day reviled
Useless and exiled
Oh, sweet little child
Life is always ready to misfire
Life is bitter life is bile
And you will never smile
Even for a while
Poor broken child
28 декабря 2012 в 18:29
Sweet little child 28. 12. 12
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