BEHIND THE WALLS
I am the angel
With a skeleton key
That unlocks every door
That sees the mother
Shielding her child
From his father’s rage
That watches the widower
Draining his last beer
Then going out for more
That observes the divorcee
Taking her wedding dress
And tearing it to shreds
That hears the cries
Of the disabled child
The other kids laugh at
That whispers to the woman
With terminal cancer
Don’t be afraid
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