Christina Rock | Quality of Life

I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t let you outside.

You didn’t understand my fear.

Every day by the door you cried.

Didn’t speak, but your message was clear.

 

When the door finally opened you looked at me, then fled.

Outside at last! You were free from that prison.

“Baby, just don’t go near the road,” I said.

But you didn’t listen.

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