Friday, March 20, 2009

pass me by

pass me by
I am the little child whose existence is ignored
With dirty face and unwiped nose
Tears of hunger, tears of pain, tears of mystery run down my face
Upon a reservation whose name no one knows
Don't pass me by.
-=Snowwowl=-

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