The Lost Child
As I looked across the street, he walked by
I shouted his name... he said no words
All I could see was the drop of tear rolling down the eye
I yelled his name once again, "Girds!"
I remembered when he'd cried at night
For his parents have abandoned his life
The memories he tried to fight
But it cuts deeper than a knife
He was the only child for his parents
Living with strangers, he felt all alone
By selling dope, he became errant
So far in the game he does not atone
He lets his madness push him in the wild
This is now a sad story about a lost child
@Dav754
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