The Child 

Child of sorrow 

Sorrow is back again 

Again, she hides 

hides under the bed 

Bed she had made 

Made of tears 

Tears of pity 

 Pity, thought she was gone 

Gone from my sight 

Sight of her quaking 

Quaking in fear 

Fear has gotten hold 

Hold on child 

Child of mine. 

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