~HER ROCKING CHAIR~
She sits alone in the rocking chair,
assembled with her dollys there;
No one sees, the love she needs,
or do they just not care?
~
Clinging to her torn blankie,
she gently rocks and softly sings;
Passing her door, they all ignore,
the joy this child does bring.
~
All her life she's been abused,
mistreated and too often used;
She's only three, yet she believes,
that all they say's the truth.
~
And now the time has come again,
when they will try to be her friend;
The things they'll do, will turn into,
a nightmare 'til the end.
~
When they leave her all alone,
she'll tremble in the cold;
She'll sit and cry, and want to die,
this child who's three years old.
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