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This is the story of the feral
child,
for beneath his bravado he was meek and mild,
I loved him so but we were chalk and cheese,
in our moments together he could be such a tease
The feral child cried his sorrows
deep inside I knew he dreamed of a better tomorrow
childhood brothers we played and we fought
but between us there were lessons we both each taught
The feral child was a heart untamed
the winter roaring at every beat
the gold that only a few of us saw
was buried deep beneath his heartbeats floor
Feral child rest in peace
Feral child asleep with the angels
I will never forget you dear one
to all of us he was of different faces
lover, cousin, nephew, brother, father and above all beloved son |
