Answer me and take your time,
What could be the awful crime
He could do at so young an age?

If I’m the only witness to your madness, offer me some words to balance
Out what I see and what I hear
Oh these cold and rude things that you do, I suppose you do
because he belongs to you

And instead of love and the feel of warmth
You’ve given him these cuts and sores that don’t heal
with time or
with
age

-Natalie Merchant

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