Wild Child
A wild child appeared one day
On the steps of our town hall
Speaking words none, but crying, mild,
And the charitable people came to her call.
She'd won over the hearts of all.
They gave her food, they gave her shelter
They gave her the seat at the head of the table
They gave her language, culture, reason
They gave her all that they were able.
Then the news came over the cable.
Her home was not twelve miles away
She crossed the forest to muddy her face
She wasn't so young, she'd a man and child.
For their sympathy she began to pray.
She'd a great many debts to pay.
The mob brought her to the magistrate
Who heard her case, and passed his judgment.
The stranger was given no time to speak,
But to thirty days was she sentenced.
She would learn what "justice" meant.
Hearing the news, her man and child
Came to the jail to see the woman
They begged for alms to pay her bail
But had the grip snatched from their hands.
They left with less than what they had.
When thirty days had come and gone
The woman was freed, and ordered away.
She walked with her man and child at her side,
As the people spat and cursed their names.
For the world's ruin they were to blame.
The child, still young, raised her eyes
And looked into the face of the madding crowd
The people refused to meet her gaze,
So she turned to the sky, and cried out loud
"What wild world am I in now?"
What did I do? What did I say?
When they sent the woman, man, and child away?
For her sympathy I began to pray.
On the steps of our town hall
Speaking words none, but crying, mild,
And the charitable people came to her call.
She'd won over the hearts of all.
They gave her food, they gave her shelter
They gave her the seat at the head of the table
They gave her language, culture, reason
They gave her all that they were able.
Then the news came over the cable.
Her home was not twelve miles away
She crossed the forest to muddy her face
She wasn't so young, she'd a man and child.
For their sympathy she began to pray.
She'd a great many debts to pay.
The mob brought her to the magistrate
Who heard her case, and passed his judgment.
The stranger was given no time to speak,
But to thirty days was she sentenced.
She would learn what "justice" meant.
Hearing the news, her man and child
Came to the jail to see the woman
They begged for alms to pay her bail
But had the grip snatched from their hands.
They left with less than what they had.
When thirty days had come and gone
The woman was freed, and ordered away.
She walked with her man and child at her side,
As the people spat and cursed their names.
For the world's ruin they were to blame.
The child, still young, raised her eyes
And looked into the face of the madding crowd
The people refused to meet her gaze,
So she turned to the sky, and cried out loud
"What wild world am I in now?"
What did I do? What did I say?
When they sent the woman, man, and child away?
For her sympathy I began to pray.
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Writer(s): Seth Garben
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