I write love
for the ones who can't speak,
in their pain they're too weak.
Broken bones and black and blues,
those we know and strangers too - this is for you.
I write hope
that all may know what rescue feels like.
That even when they huddle up against a wall,
they know everything will be alright.
That I can see joy on a little girl's face
and not wonder if she's hiding pain from being raped.
Or shake the hand of a business man and wonder where
his morality stands.
I write courage
for the broken and the helpless,
so they can carry on.
It's easy to say "it's just a phase"
when you don't know what's going on.
I write redemption
with clean hands and honesty in my words.
[O' this beautiful rescue]
I came to this place to grab you by the hand,
you were falling.
And I picked you up
and dusted you off
and we walked along this new path...
and it was beautiful.
Honorable mention
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