Linda Hill
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The earth so hard and cold
As they lower her in the ground
As we watch the tiny coffin
No one makes a sound
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Homeless man in the street...ragged and alone..
Hoping for a handout before the day is gone.
Cold and shivering..not even a coat to wear..
People snicker behind his back..no one to care.
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Silent tears fall
On a white sterile gown
Shadows lurking
They don’t make a sound
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Empty faces rushing by
Somewhere I hear a baby cry
A couple are fighting just up ahead
About something the other had said
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Be Gentle
I've known nothing but abuse
And horrors in my life
Beatings and bruises
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When all is said and done
And you draw your last breath
You surrender your soul
Into the arms of death
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Who do you think you are
Still messing up my mind
Why this power over me
After all this time
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Captured by the years
You had me under your spell
Even now I can't seem
To climb out of this hell
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Shadows played
Dancing softly in her room
In her little corner
She didn't see the darkness
Never thought about the gloom
She didn't feel
The terrible pain anymore
She sit quietly all alone
Curled in a ball on the floor
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Linda Hill Biography
Writing is my passion. I've been writing poetry since grade school! I enjoy it so much. I write alot about child abuse. I speak for the children who cannot speak for themselves. I thank everyone who takes the time to read my poetry. I hope you take some of it with you. I write from the heart. May God bless all of you.)
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Angel's Lullabye
The earth so hard and cold
As they lower her in the ground
As we watch the tiny coffin
No one makes a sound
Is it guilt that we feel
As we slowly bow our head
That we didn't help this child
We turned our backs instead
Lord, accept this little one
As she comes into your fold
If she seems afraid, dear Lord
Give her Your hand to hold
May the angels gather 'round her
Gentle voices softly cry
As their harmony from Heaven
Sings and angels lullabye...
We passed her house many times
The shadows echoed her pain
Not willing to get involved
What would we have to gain
Beaten by her father
As the world went on its way
We went to our meetings
While her life's blood seeped away
Lord, accept this little one
As she comes into your fold
If she seems afraid, dear Lord
Give her Your hand to hold
May the angels gather 'round her
Gentle voices softly cry
As their harmony from Heaven
Sings and angels lullabye...
(C) Linda Hill
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