Faceless. Amorphous.
But i know you still exist.
To be or not be is the question.
To be, I say, you chose.
The horror the horror of going down the drain.
Little boy i know you still remain.
Nameless. Innocent. Sacred.
Today i name thee;
Son of God, you are called Christ.
You are the sufferer, the silent victim of time.
Wrath filled your heart maybe,
but little boy remember, that thy mother had dearly loved thee.
And i know one day you shall return.....
(To Christ....with love)
