What I Cry For
I cry for the children
Who may never know the joy of laughter
or the loving touch of a gentle hand
who survive amongst violent chaos
burdened by things they can't understand
I cry for the tortured souls
whose mind is not their own
who live within warped realities
of twisted perceptions and misery
tormented by things we cannot see
I cry for the veterans
still waging war in their sleep
their minds broken by hellish scenes from the deep
who languish over promises they couldn't keep
and who are lost, alone out on the streets
© 07-26-2012
Copyright © Tanya Harrington | Year Posted 2012
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