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