This life I live seems to take more than I can possibly give
I stand alone, not nearly grown
Barely eight, yet I carry so much weight
I stand tall but, in the end I fear that I will fall
For who will catch me; they refuse to see
They choose not to see the bruises that I hide
I pray that someone will stand at my side
I don’t want to pretend
I need someone to defend
Save this innocent child that God gave to this world
Ignore what you are told
Please someone save me before I fold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem