the poor young beggar child

[moonchilddd]

There once was a boy
who wondered alone
his clothes were bit ripped
and his skin draining from frost
his dog and him were wandering off

The night came so soon
tho hurt his poor child heart
a small laugh on his face
cause the day, everytime got so hard

The child entered a church
saw the big cross
kneeled down and sat
with steady honest force
his poor bleeding heart
there had someone special he met

My poor poor child
From the big wooden cross
a man spoke with tender tears on his cheeks
They leave me alone in my church
during this cold strange night
and at day they pray
but care of themselves with all their might

for all to see, so big they be
yet here you are, so poor and cold
in all your misery, still you come to see me
my young boy, you can see the tears are still with me

The boy looked up, aside the cross
and bowed down deeply
and fell the ground
My Christ, he said
nothing i have, only you
and i can see your struggle of death
wich sadens me,their fakened prey
wich hurtens me, your life astray

The morning glore, came at pass
the well dressed priest who came at sight
from near the wooden door and early sunlight

and there he saw the poor young beggar child
near his dog, on the ground church tiles hugged so tight
no longer the shivering cold, from the last night
some frozen tears on his meak cheek
their bodies still, without the life
and at the big wooden cross
the bleeding Christ
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