Wounded Child

I rock you in my arms, thru the long painful nights. There's nothing I can do but hold you and listen to your agony of cries. My whole world seems to be upside down, twisting all around. Your cries pierce thru my soul like someone is stabbing me to death. I rock you in my arms as if you were a newborn wanting to be held. I keep asking how can I stop your pain? But as a mother I can't. I know it not my fault, But I feel that I am failing you. All I can do is wish upon a star for you to be pain free, Hopefully soon you will be pain free like you use to be.