Tears Of A Child
She sits in the classroom
After being called a bad name,
From a friend since childhood
Looking for a better life of fame.
Her blonde hair hangs down
As tears stream down her face,
A little heart torn and shattered
Over a friendship, that can't be replaced.
The teacher calls her into the hallway
And asks her, "What's wrong?"
The child tells her what had happened
Her soul now sings a different song.
Not a song of happiness
But a song with great sorrow,
Tears of a child are painful
Hoping for a brighter day tomorrow.
© Cynthia Jones
Sept.20/2005
A write about my youngest daughter. :o(
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