How do you tell an adopted child
about the love you have inside?
How do you make them understand
when all they do is hide?
What does it take to make them see
the dreams a lifetime can hold?
When the life they've had makes them feel,
like they're the ones who've been sold,
a bill of goods a soft pedaled line,
or just another lie.
How can you share their grief and
their pain when they're already wanting to cry?
When they're old enough to know a past
always wanting a place of their own.
There's no future sparkling in their eyes
when they're dreaming of going home.