Sorrow

My eyes are wet,
My face is dry.
A natural leader,
Put a side.
To hide the pain,
Within my heart,
A spoken bond,
That will never part.
My eyes are wet,
My face is dry,
All because....
You had to die.
A painful death,
Is what you had,
Because of two people who turned out bad.

This is a poem to the family of Cody Cross he died at the age of 3 from his mother and her boyfriend beating him and neglecting him. God bless you Cody.