Speak
Speak up little child,
for you might not know
the water has gone blue
and the sky has gone cold.
Speak up little child,
for you might not know
your mama is gone
and your papa is home.
Speak up little child,
for you might not know
you have seen death
but I still don't.
Speak up little child,
tell us what you know.
You can trust us,
where ever you go.
Copyright © Jenny Lu | Year Posted 2008
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