I was a child once,
with two large brown
eyes, i ran into my
mothers arms, as the
drunk dished out hurt
and pain.
I WAS A CHILD ONCE WITH
DANCE AND DREAMS, ID PICK
UP MY GIJOE DOLL, AND KILL
THIS HURT AND PAIN, I WAS
A CHILD ONCE, AND NOW, IM
A BROKEN DOWN TRAIN...
This is so sad David, our days of youth can carry so much pain and hurt, I can only hope that you have the best engineers at hand and that the train is back on track as soon as possible, Love Duncan
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David: most adults- at least the ones I know- myself included, are simply damaged children (songs to aging children come........(Joni Mitchell)) You express this so well the pain is palpable. Nice. Sandra