Thru our eyes it’s been shown

They hurt us, the precious child

And their love is not mild

Why do they do what they do?

How can they bring tears to our eyes?

Bruised and battered-black and blue

Won’t anyone ever hear our cries?

This is my ode to the children

One of these days you are gonna win

For now, little one, hold tight to your dreams

Life won’t always be as it now seems.

It's been a long, tough, scary road, I know

But one day you shall grow

And love will finally flow

Just cling tight to your heart;

Don’t let them rip it apart!

And remember, they aren't very smart

To hurt God's most precious art

By: mb

4/21/99