Some frightened child lay in the cold without a soul to care
With silence as companion friend, his only hope -  despair
He knows too well with heavy heart that empty dismal place
Would claim his life and squelch his dreams, 'til death does him erase

He had no shoes upon his feet; his soles were very sore
With opened cuts upon his heels he hobbles that much more
His socks are filled with many holes; his ankles hurt soo much
With legs too weak it hurt to stand -  he'd never try to touch

His eyes did sink within his face...  he wore the mask of death
Both cheeks drawn close upon his bones with gasps of shallow breath
His mouth was small, his teeth were soft.,  he hadn't eaten much
So bloated like a small balloon -  his tummy swelled as such

The horror that did echo from the face upon this child
Was hopelessness and sorrow with great madness running wild
His days were surely numbered and he knew his time was done
Too long he'd been within this place - exhaustion had begun

His greatest wish of all he'd pray was not to die alone
It kept him strong these few short years to hope for love and home
Not food or clothes nor pain he felt ranked chief in any way
Than his wish to be remembered - He died alone that day

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