Broken Children

1-22-06

© C. S

Their uncle, brother or dad
Turned over his/her life to bad
Shattered their innocents
In a moments time.

Burning tears down their face
Every touch a horrible trace
Hushes are muffled back inside
Too late our souls have already died.

Shame crawls on our skin
We live this life filled with sin
Wake up screaming from a night mare
Wake up shaking by a brush of air.

His touch
Their touch
They all touch
Never do they get enough.

Hidden in pure dark
In the shadows they lark
Minuets seem like hours
Over taken by the power.