Too small to see the pain in the faces of this crowd.
So nieve to the hurt being flung within the words.
Yet she senses the fears, the threats in what is heard.
Alone in this world amoungst so many others.
Loved by one yet spited in the absense of a father.
Where will the innocence of this one land?
Do they not see that she falls victim at their hands?
Finding solace in the seclusion of her room.
How is it a child so young can feel such gloom?
Animosity and rage feed the mind of the innocent.
Where love and nurturing should be all that is spent.
Sadness touches the purest of hearts.
Leaving in its path a trail of broken parts.
Pieces to be shuffled and placed in disarray.
Trails of tears are what touches this day.
@s.ray 2-18-2013
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