His mother sobs quietly, there on the cold damp street
His father lies silent, with nary a breath, nary a blink
I am but jewelry dust drifting in the air
Smooth pearl beads dropping on marble steps
Sad gems of white, scattered and wandering
His sister is starving, bent underneath a wreck
His brother is crippled, moving with broken strides
I am but jewelry dust gliding in the air
Precious stones chafing under their feet
Cut and tossed and jerked about
But tomorrow I wish for the dawn to come anew
That the sunshine will pain the darkness in the sky
For I am but jewelry dust that whistles in the breeze
Rocks with fabulous faces that sparkles not in the night
Shrouded and hidden where none can hear me cry
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