Hey wild child
It's alright for a while
Living for the vice
Smile now child
It gets better sometimes
Living each day twice
Here lost child
What's it like in the wild
Living to roll the dice
We are all the children of
Someone or something beyond us
We don't know what we're really made of
Or just what to make of
The Sun..
- Author: Edthepoet ( Offline)
- Published: October 21st, 2017 14:22
- Category: Unclassified
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