Infected Youth
Saltwater droplets rittled with longing
Fall on the page and smudge these letters
A small child, bleary-eyed and sobbing
Her present is tainted with sorrow
She reaches out for help, but is granted no grace
All her hope is gone with no sign of return
Fall on the page and smudge these letters
A small child, bleary-eyed and sobbing
Her present is tainted with sorrow
She reaches out for help, but is granted no grace
All her hope is gone with no sign of return