Abandoned

It's hard to hear the pain in their voice, and see the sadness in their eyes                             and know how much they struggle, to get through the day,                                                      as they look up to the skies trying to grasp the reality of having no one to love them          No one to call Mom or Dad, darkness surrounds them, impossible to erase                              No one to shine a light into their little hearts, no one to look inside                                     Carry these words with you, my friends, reach out to those children, in despair                Start with small strokes, one child at a time,                                                                         and build them into a masterpiece of compassion, for them all
are for them