Wounded child
Hide and seek
Crouched behind the bushes
Afraid to peek
Wounded child
Where do you go?
I called you and called you
Do you know?
Wounded child
Where'd you get that gun?
Under the pillow
You were having some fun
Wounded child
Your father's asleep
Just pull the trigger
Then you can weep
Wounded child
The bang can't be unheard
Your ears are now ringing
The ring makes things blurred
Wounded child
I hear your sobs
The voices surround you
Angry mobs
Wounded child
Come out to play
It's safe now and warm
Night’s turning to day
Wounded child
You're welcome here
Come out, come out
The way's becoming clear
Wounded child
Your wounds don't make you wrong
Feel them, heal them
Sing Chiron's song
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Beautiful, John. I so relate. We are walking the same paces. I am back at Heather and Earle’s after an aborted housesit attempt at another friend’s, where there was some allergen too much to stay comfortably. Now I’m processing the trauma material that get’s triggerd and released from each such exposure. It’s all perfect. Riding the waves.
Michou
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Thank you 😊. Row gently 😊❣
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