I see these children go to school
As mine did years ago
And where their little lives will lead
No one can really know
But every human heartache felt
Below the spreading skies
Just might be found in any heart
Regardless of
Its size
I see these children go to school
As mine did years ago
And where their little lives will lead
No one can really know
But every human heartache felt
Below the spreading skies
Just might be found in any heart
Regardless of
Its size
Oh no, how beautiful but hauntingly sad!
This is an amazing poem. Thank you for sharing.