Hear My Voice
Broken and torn
Left to a life of scorn.
The lies that comprise
Suppose it's true
And I surmise
that one day I might flee
and escape these hot sands
Destined for freedom
or so I planned
I am just a little child
abandoned of hope
Grabbing at straws as my
only way to cope
If you would just reach
with kindness
Then I might not follow
those with acts of blindness
Hear my voice, better yet
give me a name
Who is the one that's hurt
when negligent eyes are to
blame
With a myriad of hearts
and a world for of clues
Let us love the children
as we have all paid our
dues
Left to a life of scorn.
The lies that comprise
Suppose it's true
And I surmise
that one day I might flee
and escape these hot sands
Destined for freedom
or so I planned
I am just a little child
abandoned of hope
Grabbing at straws as my
only way to cope
If you would just reach
with kindness
Then I might not follow
those with acts of blindness
Hear my voice, better yet
give me a name
Who is the one that's hurt
when negligent eyes are to
blame
With a myriad of hearts
and a world for of clues
Let us love the children
as we have all paid our
dues
Please share this those who you know and love. Comment on this and let me know your thoughts on child negligence that is rampant in the world and what we can do as writers to help encourage them even through the toughest times. We all have a voice! What are you doing to use your voice for the betterment of tomorrow?
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