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No poems or homes for you
Sient child
You can die
Just like me
Silent child
But your never dead
Look at the rain drop
Stealing the shape
Of the tear falling from your face
Yet you sit here
Oh silent child
There is no way out of here
Cause there is to much confusion
And your guardians are drunk
On wine
Lungs full on wine
Dead full of wine
Oh silent child
Your revenge is mild
Given the time
Oh silent child
To show that you have grown
You will no longer be silent
Oh silent child
Your revenge so mild
Will never haunt you
Unless emtionally
New development to the wind
Wear your new life like a pin
On your shirt
Outside your door
You find your love, you life
Your hope to be
Soon to be
Pray to be
Wife
And once so silent child
Just like your revenge
Your love is mild
And your love, your life
Your hope to be
Soon to be
Beg to be
Wife
Your love for her is mild
Time passes by
Life goes forwards for some
And stops for others
And you grow more and more
Silent child
Your children have gone
Your revenge amiss
Your love so mild
Silent child
Take the train to everlasting pain
Your wife will be lost in more
Then one way
On this train
Gone with the wind
Your love,
Silent child,
Your revenge,
Silent child,
Her death
Is oh so mild
Ride oh train
Ride the blues
Silent child
Ride this train
- by Neil Venson |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/06/2009 |
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- Title: The Second Silent Child
- Artist: Neil Venson
- Description: This is in a way a remake of another poem I wrote a while back called silent child. Though this has more of a story behind it. Please comment and enjoy. Oh and rank it. haha.
- Date: 12/06/2009
- Tags: second silent child
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