CUT SHORT

Held but once in such tender care

A mother now wishing her child was there

To young to know, no money to feed

Destroying a flower that was once a seed

Disowned by a family who felt ashamed

Never caring to know your babies first name

A trusted father now but your past

To bad, you knew, he wouldn’t last

Working hard but not hard enough

Where were your friends when times got rough?

Alone you’ve tried to raise your son

But it’s growing hard and you choose to run

Laid your baby down to rest

A pile of garbage upon his chest

Suffering screams of an innocent child

Cut short from a life that he was entitled

Copyright (C) Angel Campbell