hands that rack the cradle
battling to keep her sane,
she can't accept reality's pain.
all we know is trust and faith in Him,
till it cease and past the life of dim.
there's always a purpose then,
seemingly happens twenty years it's been.
hands that racks the cradle,
it rocks our world to shutters.
full of fear, doubts and pessimism,
over shadowed by hate and cynicism.
we always hope and pray,
all this damn blue and gray...
dissipates, vanish and forgotten one day!
arpee 2002
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