No one’s there
To hear the cries,
The pleas for help,
The lonely sighs.
In shadowed lives
Children weep,
Crying desperately
Without sleep.
Their souls are shaded
By their unchosen path,
Their destiny forced upon them
Like a demon’s wrath.
Still they cry,
And no one hears,
No one comforts them
From Their fears.
No where to turn,
No where to go,
No where to be,
And still no one knows.
“It’s not my problem,”
I hear them say,
“They must be no good,
Living that way.”
But people don’t understand,
It’s not Their choice,
If they’d just listen
To hear Their voice,
The young would declare,
Proud and strong,
“We’re in this together,
For we all are one.”
Back to Dance of Death.
