Cries In the Dark
In my youth I sat alone , Gazing at the stars
wondering what their cares really are.
I use to listen to the quiet of the night,
This was a child's fanciful flight,
The silence is broken by the cry of a child,
The sound is fearful and wild.
Still I try to quiet her cry,
Only then do I realize the cries come from within me.
No way to calm the child within.
The sound is untamed and broken,
My fears never meant to be spoken.
The child remains in agony.
Her pain was my reality.
My torment gave him a sadistic pleasure.
AS he stole my personal treasure,
A gift I never wanted to give,
A pain I don't wish to relive,
Inside her cries never die louder still do they grow,
Never to let the tears freely flow,
No way to quiet the bitter truth,
A precious gift stolen within my youth,
Furious the child will be,
From this pain will I be free
Or is this pain forever my reality,
No it's not for no longer am I weak,
But stronger do I become ,
This pain gives me strength
My will to live it will not Break!!!!
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