In the still of night , the full moon bright, a little one lies in her bed
Alone in the dark, near the park , where she had swung and played ;
TERROR reigns
How could that be? She was not yet three
A whimper , a cry, a sob, a sigh
Her little body wracked with pain
She awaits the dawn, her Innocence gone
With a broken heart and empty soul, she lives
Never to be whole again
Through brokenness and strife, life goes on
Her body grows, but no one knows her sorrow
she wonders what tomorrow brings
Her Innocence gone, she carries on
She seeks to find peace of mind, a safer place
God sends her Love, gives her Grace
The truth shall set her free
She moves on , her Innocence gone
Her purpose is ....to be....
Sunday, September 9, 2007
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