Its not fair, that the innocent endure the shame
after all, we were stolen, we were not to blame.
You and me, we share a secret
so painful, of lost innocence, regret.
The shame, it should be theirs, not ours
it wasn't theirs to pick.

Our secrets shared are familiar, our memories are the same,
our lives, to each are similar, we'll never name their name.
When like a lightening bolt, we awaken from  nightmares sleep
our scars cut open again, for our precious flower, we can only weep

Though our lives by years, are far apart, we could be Siamese twins,
we share a broken heart and recollect, a fathers’ mortal sins.
We sense each other's pain and let our tears flow free
but our tears we cry inside, for outsiders, inside us, never see.

Were they sorry for what they did, I think not
We were children, their possessions they begot.
The law didn't punish their crime and we couldn't trust them
they were supposed to guide us through life, not our lives to hell, condemn

I pray you're not hurting dear friend, as we spoke again this day
it all came rushing back at me, I had to write it down, this way
and purge the memories that inside us, just wont go away
I hope and pray that one day,
our God will know, where the blame to lay!

This poem is for a very special friend!

TeAnne © Sept 25.1998