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The Making of a Woman in a Silly Red Sheet
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The CHILDREN and the WORLD Lost, sorrowful, fearful and numb faces so young,
All gathered around me, colors so intense.
These formed a ball of light so solid and gleaming,
Aimed on me and I was struck!
An overflowing strength ran through my veins.
Is this hope shining in on me?
If this is, though I am scared, I want it for good.
And touch your face and dry those tears.
I am weak and lost.
Then I looked in your weary eyes…
In your weakness I found strength.
In your innocence I found direction.
I can feel your pain radiating from within.
I want to stop it, choke it, break the chain.
Free you from your past and heal your broken wing.
So you can go back to where your home is.
I don’t know why I care so much, I just do.
Maybe in a way, I see myself in you.
A child with a dream and I made it through,
Maybe I just want you to feel like the way I do.
I may not know how it is to be like you…
Take my hand- the world will pay its due.
I wish that you would know how it is to be like me.
It’s your right, and my responsibility.
