the burning cradle

Written By Grace Foreman

Justify my right to be alike

I kept track the entire time

He got the words when I testified

But I can only live if I follow my guide

The disease turned out not to be fatal

That’s when I saw the burning cradle

Burnt my hands on the bones they labeled

I want them cremated now that I’m stable

Grace Foreman
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