There is a hush on the streets,
And a secret smeared in blood,
That some young lips must keep,
Of a deed that can't be undone.
A story was devised,
Among flustered hearts,
On how to save a life,
More fragile, than shattered glass.
Can the truth be masquerading,
Within the mysteries written in ink?
Curiosity intoxicating our minds
Could there be a missing link?
The wounds the Truth leaves behind,
Reminds the Living of a torment,
But pray, teach me how to empathize,
A mother's bereavement.
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