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Flashes of red in a white light

Close objects blinded from sight

Trembling hands cold to the touch

Taken from, given to much

Found abandoned by the creek

Deep in shock could barly speak

Taken in with welcoming arms

Warmed up, kept from harms

Washed and  fed

Clothed and sent to bed

Day in to night

Tomorrow seems bight

Questions asked, answers unknown

Call the authorities, pick up the phone

On the run so soon, once more

Away from the safty, at hells door

Tears of confusion, tears of pain

Willingness begining to drain

Give up hope

At the end of the rope

Laying in the gutter

Not a word you will utter

Altered thoughts of life and death

What you would do for your final breath

Begging for hope, standing on the corner

Far to soon, 6ft under, no one to morner.