A S Y E A R S W E N T O N
As years went by,
All those times I cried.
Wondering and worrying,
When I'll die.
As time went on,
Like an ugly song.
Except one lonely child.
Locked up for years,
Like a million of fallen tears.
Without a clue.
Who in the hell,
Were they trying to fool.
Rita Caine Lee