innocence lost

poor child has lost her little way
poor child has too many rainy days
what hope for a poor child
whose circumstances allow it
what hope if the poor child
can't live without it
poor child that's bruised and battered with voices
poor child whose future is hung on bad choices
many a day could hope it away
many a memory she cannot keep at bay
poor child whose yesterdays are all washed with tears
poor child's deepest wish to forget the years
cruelty comes in all shapes and sizes
cruelty remembered by all his surprises

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