Lisa
Past my hearts window comes the cold weeping wind;
Of a tiny voice heard at the edge of night's end.
A small precious child we shall never know.
A lost little soul who lived a nightmare of woe!
Little Lisa the girl who weeps into the night.
How the days for you must have been such a fight.
The nights you spent weeping in fear of the day;
Never given a hope for a life in loves way.
I ask night's embrace of the love that we send.
To Lisa...who's gliding...on currents of wind!
Ever in heart does the chilly wind leave it's mark.
Holding little Lisa who weeps in the dark!
*Dedicated to all the precious children we've lost in this sick world...J.M.A.
Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2011
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