#childern

His Innocence

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My heart

Held by a viscrp 

The tears that ran down his face

Cut against the vein

 

His years

So pure and whole

Never to stay; adolescence 

For the Reaper loves his pain

 

This life

Stinging sorrow

The value of a silverlining cloud 

Learn to love the rain