Silent tears fall from a child’s face
they dream of love
from a faraway place.
Where mothers love their children
with all their heart
where families aren’t torn apart.
Where fathers’ hands are calm and gentle
never making their small limbs tremble.
Where their cries are not lost to the dark
And their skin is without a mark
Somewhere they haven’t always felt alone
With a heart as heavy as stone
They may not cry loud with tears
Stifled by their fervent fears.
look close and maybe you will see
that child’s silent tears
Were once me.
About the Creator
Stranna Pearsa
A long time ago I discovered the beauty and magic of the written word. The escape it provided when I was trapped was invaluable to me. It is my goal to provide that gift as it had been bestowed upon me so many times by so many others.
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