Lost in Belgium

Just as god as ravaged and wrecked my bones
So have people broken my heart
And now I sit, penniless in Belgium
After being beaten and robbed
I am so far from home
Though I can hardly call such a wretched hovel home
Though, I suppose there is comfort in the place
Where I once knew my mother
I must wear this mask, and I must use this cane
I was only five years old when my body began its betrayal
I am at peace with my fate
But the nature of human beings
Causes such great sadness
This bag, this mask, hides my face
But does little to hide the hurt I feel in my heart



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Abbott, Sarah Mcgee
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