I will be there
When the small hands cry copper red
And the night closes in
Like his hand around your throat.
I will be there
When the purple-black-blue
Pervades the fleshy pink in-between
You think everyone sees.
And when the yellow soaked shorts
Clash the scarlet-splattered shirt,
I will be there, scooping you up
In arms soft as feathers,
Strong as steel.
There need be no more fear.
As long as I'm living,
I'm with you.
I'm here.
Oct 14, 2011
Oct 14, 2011 at 1:05 PM UTC
I will be there
When the small hands cry copper red
And the night closes in
Like his hand around your throat.
I will be there
When the purple-black-blue
Pervades the fleshy pink in-between
You think everyone sees.
And when the yellow soaked shorts
Clash the scarlet-splattered shirt,
I will be there, scooping you up
In arms soft as feathers,
Strong as steel.
There need be no more fear.
As long as I'm living,
I'm with you.
I'm here.
We must become advocates for our children and their generation. Child abuse must stop.
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