Interesting concept of fun. So here goes nothing...

                   A  cry left un-answered

                   the scrabed knee that puts a tear in the inocent face

                   An oportunity to pretent to care

                   An in a second of destraction your child

                                is in the company of a stranger...


                  Broken dreams,broken chilhood.

                  Tear up body,shame that stays in you.

                  Years of terapy to finaly realise you are a victim.

                  A cry that is heard of misery better left in the past.


Eavy stuff for a first try,but it is a try!               


The End

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