Unsung Children

Unsung Children Somewhere deep inside you Behind the patches and the plasters Of your broken heart Somewhere in the shadows Lays the summer of your soul As timid as a naked flower Before revealing the splendour of her petals To the world Somewhere running under the rivers of your veins With the same fragile courage of porcelain Your tenderness is stronger Than any army’s rage And I wish I could take you Hand held out into the sun Show you how the cracks and scars Will be your deliverance Turn those solemn sorrows faded burdens Into the breaking clouds of blessed rain Washes away the ugly stain Till you see yourself again Somewhere in the soil and earth of being one The rooted light and love patiently wait upon Waiting for the moment When you burst out from behind the grey To stand your own salute to the overcome And I wish I could discover The realisation of who you are The exponential trigger Which would shoot you out to your freedom With the truth in the splendour of your sacred flower Leaving you amazed and unafraid In the libation of your own illumination To see All which you couldn’t believe And which disbelief has bidden All which you were forced to disbelieve And which believing has so hidden Behind the plasters and the patches Of your broken heart I know that I am unable To wipe away the anguish and your pain But if I could for just one moment Ask you look into this mirror For you to see yourself Once again You would see the salt in your tears Are the shinning diamonds Of your heart In the unsung forgiveness And the sacrifices You have made “ Wake up my precious loves “ Slowly steady the nightmare shall recede “ See “ With me “ My precious loves “ How wonderful “ You really are Dedicated to all my friends and my unknown companions Who as children suffered abuse in any form It is our lot, to be the un-understood The cold ignored and the lost forgotten And an embarrassment to moralities fickle truth We do, however, have each other “ X ” Col