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When Little Angels Cry
- For each
tear that falls from your eyes...
Know that it represents a child that cries...
Somewhere out there, or right next door...
A child, an Angel begs "please
no more".
Looking up with weeping, and wounded souls
To those they love and trust to help them grow
Not understanding why,
They have made their care takers so mad
it's not the bruises of the Flesh that hurt so very bad
It's the heart and soul that feel such deep pain
For they know not how to make things right
Nor can they make others hear their weeping
and cries in the night.
Why does one have to see before one of these Angel's fall
before someone cares at all?
Does tomorrow's future not mean a thing?
Or that of a child
An Angel's
painful, pleading screams?
It's easier to turn a blind eye
In the face of someone else's problems
Someone else's child's cries while they're living
Showing pity and interest only "after" an angel died
How does one come to this place?
Where a child, an angel
could fall so far from Grace?
To the point in Society
where no one hears them,
Or sees their face until later
when it's far too late
and their Soul
has found an Escape in Death
12-01-97 TC Jones
© 1997, Tess C. Jones,
All Rights Reserved
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