Just born into the world,
Fully bright;
Without a glimpse,
Born with a cry;
Opening its eyes,
To see this beautiful world.
With its small body,
And its legs and arms;
Moving to feel the breeze,
Of this unseen world;
People around this little one,
Waiting to see its face.
Oh, innocent baby,
Sleeping quietly in the cradle;
You have lost your parents,
Born with a disease;
You have none,
With doctors and nurses around,
Born as an aids patient;
Oh,innocent i am,
I will have to die.
Friday, December 4, 2009
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