The Helpless Child
At the tender age of five
All alone and left to die
Father drunk and fueled with rage
Mother sniffing and shooting cocaine
Little teddy bear worn and ripped
Attached to her little broken hip
Her tears flood like an open gate
Hope someone hears her cries before it's to late
Hard wooden floors is where she lays
No pillow for her head to dream of better days
Tiny shirt with Winnie the pooh
No socks or shorts just a diaper held together by glue
Hair of black like her swollen eyes
No ribbon in hair so this makes me cry
Sun candles beating through window pane
Hands placed upon her for what has this really gained
Everyone in church wonders where this little girl has gone
Or what in the world could she have done wrong
Little voice singing like an angel from up above
Arrived in this world on the wings of a dove
Now there is a empty pew
And her bible that was unread and new
Only her name remains left behind
By the ones who loved her and who were so kind
So at a tender age of only five
Left alone to lay there and die
When will one ever learn
Not to raise a hand on a child for your soul could be burned
{ Tribute To Abused Children }
Fictional Story Folks
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