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The boy in the window is all alone.
There’s no one to hold him.
To keep him safe.
“Why won’t you help me?” he asks aloud.
Here comes his mom, she’s drunk again.
She grabs for his collar and takes him away.
Two hours later she leaves for work. But where‘s the boy?
Laying beaten and bleeding on the floor. Will he make it through the night?
I can’t say he will, I will not say he won’t.
But for him I will pray and hope all night
Til' I see him tomorrow sitting by the window.
The cuts and the bruises hidden under layers of clothes.
As he sits by himself crying softly into the night.







-Original work by me. Please don't take it as your own.......oh well, I guess I don't have to worry about someone stealing any of my work. It's not good enough that anyone would waste their time stealing it.