Thursday, 29 September 2011

Saving Sara

No childhood memories I'd choose to keep Stained, damaged on dirty streets
Abused and broken
Pushed to break
Paying with my life for my mistakes
Locked behind these cold repressive prison walls
Friends and allies heard my call
I thank you for your fighting spirit
For all Juveniles whose case I mimic
Children lost in a place so dark
I thank you from my damaged heart
For saving kids that have so much to be
and of cause thank you, for saving me.

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