The Fatal Wound

Don’t you ever care?
While passing through this way
That Child’s feet are bare
And he can’t even say

Those clouds tonight
Floating under the skies
Will rattle my mind
That time, he stood
There, for some food
I’ve seen his eyes
Waiting for a kind...

A fallen water glass!
An empty eating plate!
And a couple of hands!
They wait for something else
And that wait never ends!
That’s why, they feel
They don’t have a reason to weep!

I have heard a glass got broken
I’m watching the blood on the floor
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