when you are so good,
wont you raise me up from the worst?
see my outstreched arm mother
and my eager eyes.
would you turn away from the stench that surrounds me
and leave me here to endure?
will you too brand me as a hopeless
and helpless prey to thoughts and actions?
who will forgive me, than you other?
who will trust me when can none?
love me when others can only despise
and hold my hand that all have forsaken?
infinite kindness and idol of love!
will you leave my forehead waiting and dry?
see my outstreched arm mother
and my eager eyes.
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