Children speak of tragedy
Transgression the whole world over.
Gossip cries and lullabies
And suffering white clover.
A shrieking cut of jealousy
That makes the whole room still.
A piercing silence all around
Not even you could fill.
Oh Lord my God I suffer here
So quietly disclosed.
I took and listened carefully
Of crimes left unexposed.
I begged for mercy over again
For undeserving grace.
My sins, my sorrow seeping out
Left true from my disgrace.
The prodigal son she is but lost
Her home still turned away.
Lull on the road she wonders through
Won't let her guilt display
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