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The Glass Cage.


We are looking in a glass cage
Our new born babe`s in there.
Lying in this see through crib
Breathing mechanical air.

They have him wired for sound
The alarm is set for go.
We are watching him they tell us
The machines will let us know.

We held him for a second
It hurts him now they say.
With longing we just stand there
While hopefully we pray.







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