I think,i know you
i do not know you as anything
either or not i must wrong you
all i know is a scream of baby heard
otherside of my wall just like pleading
to a wicked mother
am i the mother refering to?
even am the dreadeous
i would accept the call
because i have sometimes trying to diswall
and fish out the craze-baby
i would put the sharpen tool down
and refuse not to carry the baby
inside the mercy palm of my ancient
i must think back well and lure
to grab my inscissor with lovely-cated
indiswall the wall build by hero
of my late time during then