She cringes in a faraway corner,
Afraid of that hand above in the air.
Many times that hand has hurt her,
She searches to find someone who cares.
Her screams ring out into the night,
Stinging tears roll down her face.
She doesn't have enough strength to fight,
She reaches out for gentle arms to embrace.
But all that's there is the cold air.
Her safe world has been shattered,
And she cries, alone,
Thinking nobody cares.
Copyright �2004 Theresa McLaughlin
