How??
How is a child suppose to succeed,
if you're not there when he is in need?
How is a child who father claims that he is always too busy,
trying to get through life that is not that easy.
How is a child that is mostly abused,
really knows how it is to feels not to be used?
How is a child that cries at night,
knows when to smile when he sees that true light?
How is a child who no longer wants to live,
will know all the good things that life has to offer him, if he did?
So little answers, too many questions,
So why do we take the time to ask them?
Copyright © Tenea Gibson | Year Posted 2006
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