For all abbused children


Too Small


My eyes they see a crazy place
A place that has gone mad
These tears I cry aren't hungry tears
There tears because I'm sad
My ears they hear the nasty words
The words that start the fights
But my voice is too soft to stop the words on hateful nights
So I lie quite and still
With the blankets over my head
But the blankets don't block out
All the words that are said
Ask them please to stop I am too small to make a stand
My eyes they see a crazy world I sort of understand
I wish they'd think before they spoke - think of me there child they woke!
Here I am among it all - I am still here even though I'm small







Words by Helen Warren
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Written on 2009-05-26 at 16:43

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