Eyes glazed over, solemn stare,
They have taken all that thay can bare.
Darkness scares them, silence too,
Also beatings, black and blue.
No love was found for them today,
Only the strap has shown the way.
It scars their lives, all these hurts,
Makes them ask, which one is worse?
The pain within or the world out there?
Does anybody really care?
Their lives are tainted, either way,
As they pray for a better day.
Hearts are hardened, as they try,
Not to see the tears they cry.
Some get lucky, some do not,
Some are saved, others left to rot.
Weary souls, in ones so young,
Eyes cast downward, heads are hung.
Alone, defeated, afraid and worn,
Souls are tarnished, spirits torn.
Longing for someone to care,
To intervene, their burdens share.
Can we save each precious one?
Take their darkness, give them sun?
Give them hope from the despair?
Teach them how to love and care?
I see their eyes, the hollow space,
Aching for love to fill that place.
I pray we see them, for they are there,