ROSE HILL CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL. 

Purple Pain,
Barb 'n' torn,
Flower unlike a band-aid,
Childhood loss,
With crutch 'n' cast,,
Runs deep,
Like blood in my vein,
Through empty canyons,
And that awful gaping window,
Spilling tears,
Is the awful smell,
Like a cloud,
On a rain soaked lawn,
When a brother was born,
comes the Ebony Face,
First of a kind,
Smiling, smiling,
Through,
To haunt,
To bloody haunt,
Now the boy is walking,
Tasting bitterness,.
Whilst filling in,
Under a Crescent Moon,
Of,
Purple Pain,