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The best
Cowering in the corner his hands shield his head
As dishes and words are hurled ‘round.
Frightened and sad as all that he knows
Rips and tears at each other letting pain grow.
Anger is born leading the way to tomorrow
Learning the way of his short life today.
Watching and seeing is what he becomes
We’ve taught him the way of his world.
As seasons pass he grows to hate life
We wonder we he got it from.
We sure did our best we mumble quite softly
As we bail him out one more time.
Another child born when will we learn
The cycle can end within us.
What will we do this time around
Let our best be the best we can do?
Or learn different ways to treat other life’s
As we lay his short one to rest.
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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