Age Eight

Carmen Canedo


Hate to see the child inside fade
But I was grown at age eight

Mother's life caved
From the words that escaped

Father's hand i held so tight as he cried
When I was grown at age eight

My life caved
From the innocence taken away

I wish I could relive
All the years that I lost

I sat and waited to die
Can't help but notice
The sky's darker
Inside


Writer/s: Carmen Canedo