It's falling from the skies
Droplets of endless sadness and pain...

A kiss placed upon thy lips
The gentle touch of thy fingertips...

You weren't even old enough to have it,
And yet you still took a drink...

You fall and stain me in mud and dirt
I get torn, and you don't care that I'm hurt...

He's the cutest little boy
He's a fluffy little play toy...

This is real, nowhere near a dream,
I'm so scared and hurt, but no one hears me...

Jews used to have a tattoo on their wrist;
And to me, my tears do something like this...

You judge them by their skin
You don't take a chance to see what's within...

I never really knew you
We've only met once or twice...

This is a poem for someone very special to me...