God Help the Child

God help the child,
Silent, scared, unseen,
Confused by life`s lessons,
Hurt by hands he loves.
He does no right.
He does no wrong.
Can he find even one
Who cares
Who sees
Who understands
His silent suffering.
His questions go unanswered.
He loves beautiful things
His eyes have never seen.
Loud voices cry out angry lullabies.
No gentle hand wipes away his tears.
He thinks maybe an angel holds his hand from time to time,
But He can't feel it.
He struggles to survive a life he despises.
Lies fill his ears, but not his heart.
A golden child thrust into a wasteland.
Will he shine through the suffering?
Will he sing through the heartache.


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