To All The Children And Adults Of Abuse
A little Fairytale Princess is what you will always be to
me with your long dark hair always blowing in the wind.
Eyes of hazel always changing color with your every
mood; how your eyes did sparkled when you smiled and the
sound of your laughter would fill up the room.
So young and innocence so full of life, it was all but
a dream. How you would run and played in the fields all
day to your hearts delight; remembering the butterflies
dancing about. A spirit so sweet but wild and free with
so much love to give and spread around.
Who would ever dream that life could be so cruel but
I found out that day you were stripped from me.
What was taken from you that night no one had that right!
For that was your right to give away on your special day.
The quilt, the shame and the horrible pain is to much for
a child of eight to bare: wandering when? Will it ever end?
Your childhood gone and stripped away never to return.
Oh! Why did you have to grow up way to fast?
That beautiful child of only eight now gone and lost forever:
A broken spirit, no hopes or dreams of what life might
have been is now shattered and toss upon the ground.