For All Abused Children

Come little children,
Rest your tired eyes.
I know they say adversity's
supposed to make you wise.
But things that you have seen and heard
should never reach a babe.
You're far too young to be so old,
and so small to be so brave.
You may not have a chance to grow,
or a prayer to save your youth.
And in that great and tragic pain,
you learn a different truth.
But not all hugs are painful,
and kisses can be sweet.
You can trust that God will watch you
when you lay your head to sleep.
Let me hold your weary head,
And take away your pain.
May your tough and troubled times
be drowned out with the rain.
May you know what real love is
and let that love grow wild.
May you have a better life.
May you be a child.