I gave up unto you my only son
in February of ninteen and eighty nine.
And if and when he comes searching
to ask one why, will you lie?
From whom will you hide from his
by some come this way is your shame?
And verily it is thus it was even after you
like one some other, ' you put me in prison.
One night that it was when I fell asleep
a lonley pain wracked soul
placed in solitary confinement to escape
the pain and abuse from staff and the others
I awakened to speak and write as I do.
Because even then I would I never could not
like you whom gave me away to suffering and misery
and, ' I Gave You My Son.
that speaks for it's self and now my daughter
whom wants this deep well of the ages
from the bottom are stars so bright they blind the world.
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