Oh little child sleeping there
Tell me, how much more pain can you bear?
How many harsh words
Can a child take? What do you fear for
when you wake?
Oh little shild sleeping there,
You have cuts and bruises everywhere
Tell me what they make you do,
Tell me child I'm here for you.
You are just a little tot
But they make you work on days oh, so hot.
Oh little child sleeping there,
With the stars shining up above.
How sweet and innocent your face,
But soon hurt and pain will fall in place.
I'm so sorry for what you see,
And sorry for who you'll never be,
To never go to school,
or be treated by the golden rule.
Oh little child sleeping there,
Hang on, I'm still here, I still care.
By Jessica Barnett
April 22 1987 - June 15 2002
Mark Barnett