Our days were numbered,
Hailsham was our holding cell,
A life full of lies.
Childhood creations
Were a soul deposit box,
Were a soul deposit box,
Though we were clueless.
Silly art classes
Would prove our humanity;
We were just like you.
And the tape would play
In a white hospital room,
Struggling with the thought,
The sun rose and set
As Tommy withered away,
Searching for meaning.
I kept on hoping
Maybe we could have a life-
If we were in love.
I was committed,
My purpose was a dead-end
We tried, for life’s sake.
I cared and cared,
Donation after donation,
Then it became clear-
I’m nothing like you-
Nothing for Madam to say-
She’ll blanche and cower,
Cry because she knows-
Please, baby, baby, baby,
Never let me go.
2013
2013
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