It's hard to hear the pain in their voice, and see the sadness in their eyes..
And know how much they struggle to get through the day, as they look up to the skies..
Trying to grasp the reality of having no one to love them..
No one to call Mom or Dad, darkness surrounds them, impossible to erase..
No one to shine a light into their little hearts, no one to look inside..
Carry these words with you my friends, reach out to those children in despair..
Start with small strokes, one child at a time, and build them into a masterpiece
of compassion for them all.. Care for them..
Copyright © Leroy Max | Year Posted 2016
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