In your eyes, I see
a child longing to be free.
The child sees no color, 
but feels we should love one another.
In your eyes, I see
the question; 
Why put one through so much misery? 
You are free, 
yet you keep the child imprisoned.
In your eyes, I see
guilt, hurt, anger and fear.
Yet you do not come forth, 
Why do you procrastinate? 
Is this child a part of you, your innerself? 
Let the child be free, 
do not pity it with your
heartaches and complaints.
In your eyes, I see
that the child, 
grows weak and withers away.                
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