A solitary child sits in the dark.
Wondering, questioning, why,
Why am I here, what have I done,
Is there no peace?
No peace for this troubled little one.
His mind wanders from thought to thought
Trying to draw on his limited experiences
To conclude some answers why he is alone?
Why is he separated from the joys?
What happened to my family
The pain is deep, yet he grows
The years move on
The child becomes a young man,
He is faced with more questions
Yet these are harder than before
What is right? What is wrong?
What shall I do? How will I survive?
Is there no one to show me the way?
Does anyone even know I exist?
Does anyone care?
The child grows to be a man.
He sees the pains and joys of others.
He understands the ways of the world
He treasures the moments of happiness
Yet they are fleeting and rare
As he grows older
He sees his own children grow
He tries to shelter them
From the questions and pain
To shower them in the love he was denied
So they will never ever wonder
WHY? Why am I here?
Does anyone really care?
Yes my son I care!
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