Ton Schrederhof

As I am touched by the hands
Of the naked sun
I can feel her pleasant warmth upon me
Carrying my mind away to the hidden clouds
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As pale shadows of abusive men
Dominate by their destructive greed
Darkening the hour
The children wait
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In this dark place of ghostly light
Where life seems to be so fragile
And the shadows appear to cast a spell on you
I don`t want you to fear my son
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Where the echo of sanctimonious men is ignored
And where his crude ways are kept hidden
A voice can be heard
Whispering
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