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Think of the little children
LeoLong

So many times we’ve decided, “Its time we split up!”,
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But then we find we just can’t give up.
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It’s not for each other; it’s for the children we care,
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On them it’s unfair,
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They stand in the corner helpless and bare.
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There’s so much to remember my daughter, my son,
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But all I can think of is myself on the run,
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And who am I trying to get away from? You or the grave?
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When I look deep inside it’s myself I’m trying to save!
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Selfish! Cruel!
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Like a stoney hearted fool!
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I can feel it’s icy coldness against my temple as I level the gun,
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And a voice deep inside saying, “No! Think of your son!”
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As my finger tightens on the trigger,
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I can see the out line of his little figure,
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With his hands clasped together,
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As he says goodbye…forever!
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10 Jan 12


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