WHAT CAN BE DONE?
I was a child in that warm house,
too weak and young, but there were two,
who were so kind and gave me all
to make my way a lovely stroll.

When l was bored, they brought me toys.
When l was scared, they stood beside.
I'm made of flesh and profound soul.
They cared for both and gave me mirth.

I grew up and my mind's begun
to look for whom the spirit heeds.
l can't be left to face my thoughts
that fear the vagueness of the rest.

Where can one find the needed help?
Can we be pleased to close our eyes?
What happened ere now will occur.
Can you trust your dear life to that?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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