Saturday, November 8, 2008

Cry For Her


BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Shed no tears for me, my kind-hearted friend;
In the course of my life, I've learned to be strong.
If your tears must fall, let them flow for the child
At the window of my soul who needs a place to belong.

She's standing there, silent and lonely;
Nosed pressed to the glass, watching life pass by.
Such a wistful look as she stands behind the wall,
Waving, always waving goodbye.

In her innocence I fear to set her free,
For she's so tender she couldn't withstand
The loss of her dreams which she holds dear,
Should she feel the hurt of life's bitter hand.

Cry for the child who'll never have a chance
To ease the lonely hunger that lies in her heart;
Forever, she will stand by the way,
For she's much too fragile; life would tear her apart.

Weep for the small prisoner behind the glass,
Who yearns for the chance to prove I'm wrong;
But she's all that's left of the best of me,
And I find I'm not, after all, that strong.

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