There she sits
That poor girl
All alone
In this cruel world
Reaching for
A helping hand
Just someone
To understand
To hold her close
To wipe her tears
To hear her stories
And comfort her fears
To tell her life
Won't always be
These pains and trials
And agonies
To remind her, yes
The past is gone
The hurt is over
She must move on
She cannot face
The deaths she knew
The rape she suffered
The ache that grew
She awakes in morning
And feels so weak
Another day hiding behind
The lies she speaks
She is so young
Endured a great deal
Wondering how she
Continues to feel
She holds inside
The sorrows of life
Never voicing
Her anguish and strife
She walks into
The church each day
Needing some comfort
To take the pain away
Her pastor listens
To the words she tells
Reaches out his hand
As she slowly fell
She let go
As she watched him nod
Reminding her
To give it to God.
