Poem
Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 2:06 am
Small feet walk slowly
In the cold autumn storm
Small hands in icy pockets
They're feeling so forlorn
Small frocks hide diligent
The colours of the bruise
Small mouths hold silent
The secrets of abuse
Small eyes beg wordless
When big hands demand
Small hearts feel broken
But they learn to stand
Small children of the night
The storm rages on inside
Small souls are devoured
By pain and hate they hide
One loving hand can heal
The destruction of the night
One loving hand can bring
These children into the light
In the cold autumn storm
Small hands in icy pockets
They're feeling so forlorn
Small frocks hide diligent
The colours of the bruise
Small mouths hold silent
The secrets of abuse
Small eyes beg wordless
When big hands demand
Small hearts feel broken
But they learn to stand
Small children of the night
The storm rages on inside
Small souls are devoured
By pain and hate they hide
One loving hand can heal
The destruction of the night
One loving hand can bring
These children into the light