The End Of A Mother's Search

You ran away
How can someone
Who is no better than you
Tell you what to do anyway
A reform school picked you up
In 1961, you were just 17
They're taking away your baby
Because they know better
You're too young they say
Who the hell are they anyway
You've wondered for twenty five years
Now come the tears
Your child was beat to death in 65
By its adoptive mother
Who was not responsible at 36
and the self-righteous strike again
Those k-no-w better, no good for nobody people
They help you by making you hurt
Because you didn't know better
They put your child in a better place
You put your flowers there
And ask
Does anybody care anyway

By:  Roger Harkness


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