DEAR CHILD WITHIN
Your salted droplets keep falling like rain,
while I become weary from feeling your pain.
I'm sorry this evil was laid upon you,
it's over, I'm grown, what more can I do?
You hide, yet you scream,"why must it be me?"
I've tasted, I've felt, I've seen what you see.
The pain! it's intense, yet it seems to increase.
Will knowing I love you help make it all cease?
I must be what he couldn't be.
A parent to guide you, your innocence, set free.
Hush! Don't cry. I know you are sad.
together we'll make it, life is not all that bad.
I will guard and protect, I'm the adult here outside.
You, the frightened child within, please! don't hide.
Author: Deneane Magliano (Thomsen) Apr.27,1996
Published by: Quill books
Book Title: Treasure the Moment December 1996
Your Beauty
I see the beauty you can't see
You're unaware of what it does for me
It's the light shining in your eyes
Lifting me up to brighter skies
Still you walk around
And you hang your head
Sometimes wishing
You were dead
But if you could see
What I see in you
There'd be nothing, love,
That you could not do.
Copyright 2005 Marj McCabe ~ All Rights Reserved
Your salted droplets keep falling like rain,
while I become weary from feeling your pain.
I'm sorry this evil was laid upon you,
it's over, I'm grown, what more can I do?
You hide, yet you scream,"why must it be me?"
I've tasted, I've felt, I've seen what you see.
The pain! it's intense, yet it seems to increase.
Will knowing I love you help make it all cease?
I must be what he couldn't be.
A parent to guide you, your innocence, set free.
Hush! Don't cry. I know you are sad.
together we'll make it, life is not all that bad.
I will guard and protect, I'm the adult here outside.
You, the frightened child within, please! don't hide.
Author: Deneane Magliano (Thomsen) Apr.27,1996
Published by: Quill books
Book Title: Treasure the Moment December 1996
Your Beauty
I see the beauty you can't see
You're unaware of what it does for me
It's the light shining in your eyes
Lifting me up to brighter skies
Still you walk around
And you hang your head
Sometimes wishing
You were dead
But if you could see
What I see in you
There'd be nothing, love,
That you could not do.
Copyright 2005 Marj McCabe ~ All Rights Reserved
