when pain becomes pleasure
amidst hope and despair
there lies the shattering of an innocent creature
cries erupting through the crowded air
make way for frantic glances
the timid taking bold advances
taming young, to raise the wise
it is enough to make me forfeit my salvation
and squander my inheritance of grace
the sins of a wild child crave devastation
what now is lost goes on without a trace
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