A cradle left in an empty room
The moonlight whispering through
Torn curtains in musty gloom.
Silver flashes on dated wallpaper
Dirty carpeting and broken toys
A wailful cry hangs like vapor.
No one's bothered to stop and see
If baby's hungry, baby's happy
He lies in the dark, a life's debris
A burden on no one, those long gone
In search of new fulfillment
On a life overdrawn.
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