Shattered dreams,
loneliness and despair,
heartache, sorrow
with nothing to share.
The day is changing
and the sun is gone,
drapes of darkness
are holding strong.
Made a promise,
held it long and
now in passing
rewrites the wrong.
Unaccustomed to
something new,
the road untraveled
belongs to who?
This blog was created for the silent cries that have gone unanswered. Children our most precious gift and undeniably our future. When does discipline become abuse? When does the dagger of words pierce the heart? How many children are left to care for themselves? When the boxcar scenario hits close to home.
Friday, May 11, 2012
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Sums up my despair. Well done
yeah!
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