In the soft crisp air
you can hear the whispers
of a falling angel
who had been abused so horribly
he was only seven
that poor little boy
was hurt beyond our eyes
no one came to his rescue
not even a single hand lifted
tears ran down his tiny face
they did not stop until he was already gone
way up in heaven's beautiful sky
where he is truly loved
he will not be hurt anymore
for Jesus is holding a new falling angel.
A contest entry
- Seeping Tears, bleeding Fears by fairytalelovestory.
975 points, ended March 19, 46 entries
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Comments
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oh my
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Nice very good write
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