Friday, September 4, 2009

An Orphan Child`s Wish

The warm home out of his vision

Never know the kindness and love

The war orphaned him in this world

Like a grass he grows on the desert

And his wild hairs whisk under the dark sky

As his life lies among the ashen-snow

So begin to blow his horn alone

And voices rise from his lowest heart

Like dying fire he burns orphan life in his bone

When the world full of civil war

Corruption, disaster and disease, he wishes

A family at warm home in the earth

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