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Split his ribs open using my bare hands, butI could not repair all of the damage.Built of milk and flesh someek and mild, but I know, if he'd lived, he'd have grown to be wild.They broke him and they beat himand break he did.They took him from me, my baby,and break he did.His skin went white as chalk,his limbs turned soft and limpI cradled him through those moments of weakness.I watched him drift between the worlds of living and deaduntil he sunk down into the pavement;they broke him and they beat him,and break he did.They took him from me, my baby, and break, he did.And he laid there for days in the cold and the windbut I could not breathe life back in;I tried to fill up his lungs with the air from my own,but he did not wake up again,no, he didn't.Split his ribs open using my bare hands, butI could not repair all of the damage. From Letras Mania