Rose Simone

(Wantagh, New York, USA)

We Need You Most

When you were just a little one,
Upon your father's knee.
He told you stories about world wars,
And that's how come we are free.
On your face you wore a smile,
In your heart you cried.
You told him you understood,
Inside you knew you lied.
You walked away with childish hope,

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