The silence submits to the sound of
yore
As flashbacks now begin
And peace gives way to the battle
That rages on within. No letters were sent To wish me well.
No packages arrive.
There are no weapons to protect
me, nor
No comrades at my side.
I have no medals to gaze at,
No purple hearts bestowed,
For the soldiers of this war
Each fight it all alone.
My wounds have started healing,
and
My mind is finding peace.
I think of all the others, who
Still fight the burdened beast.
Their little smiles hide the pain
So no one has to see,
How cold the war on the children
Often proves to be. Society still turns its head And the battle rages on.
How long will they have to fight
‘til child abuse is gone?
