They leave in the hush of night
With only the clothes on their back
For the cold flight
Seeking shelter
Baby on their hip
Trembling, swollen lip
Eyes seeing through
Lost and numb
Needing one last clue
For the upcoming journey
Out of the tourney
Little baby Jane
Looking at the world
As if it's
Not yet insane
A soft smile
On her cherub face
Clutching her mama tight
Sucking her thumb
Ready for a good night
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