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