Wicked and wakened.
The world was willingly wild.
I tried to ease the agony,
But the control belong to a child.
It was such a horrible thing,
The way the world was on top.
With the opportunity to kill someone,
I guess no one’s to say, “Stop!”
So why are you still here?
Did you forget something?
What was the original play?
I want to keep something.
9-17-1992
Written by Gail Brookshire
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