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SHADOW CHILDREN |
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by Charles Carreon There in the shifting light Lean the shadow children. Seeking shelter from the cold-- Bleak survivors growing old, They don't know what childhood is They don't know what loving was,
They'll fade before the break of day, Shadow children go away. Go away.
I'd like to think that they Are only figments of my mind, But childish fingers clutch at me And hang on tight to what they find.
Tracing fire in my soul, Sobbing sorrow they grow old-- Shadow children full of weakness Shadow children raised on bleakness Shadow children come away Come away to stay.
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