His innocent face holds the unwanted eyes
the weakling's body wanders in emptiness
abused by right, killed by freedom
the wrenching soul feels no love, sees no morrow.
I'll walk my way to that park once again
with owl's eyes and head bowed;
little boy, just hang your feet swinging
on that bench, the sweetest candy is waiting.
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