we see it, experience it, in their oblivion, we feel the pain, they call a phase. they don't want to listen, we are just children. someday the rain will make a way, for the sun to come out. all the fear will disappear, all the cracks in our broken hearts, will be feared with a tender touch of love, from someone to call a mom or dad.
dedicated to ophans, and to those that have grown up without parents.