Your eyes so warm, hazel and inviting
dancing, sparkling, alive
are dulled with pain now.
Those eyes tell of suffering
and struggle
a body ravaged by man's toil
a life worked to the bone
a chest exposed
ripped open
and a heart
so tender
yet so strong.
They butchered you baby.
I hear your pain.
if i could heal you
I'd give my soul
to stop your silent cry.
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