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Oh,
little
one
so
far
away
It
wasn't
always
so.
There
was
a
time
your
eyes
would
shine
With
innocence
aglow.
Your
heart
was
open,
soaking
in
The
things
surrounding
you.
So
sensitive
and
guile-less,
Your
mind
was
fresh
and
new.
And
you
believed
instinctively
Your
parents
would
be
there,
To
keep
you
safe,
supply
your
needs,
And
give
you
loving
care.
It's
in
these
early
years
we
see
Foundations
firmly
laid.
Will
she
be
healthy
and
secure
Or
all
her
life
afraid?
The
home
that
should
have
nurtured
you
Turned
out
to
be
far
less.
The
demolition
of
your
soul
Was
cruel
and
merciless.
At
every
turn
you
wondered
why
As
little
children
do,
So
many
things
that
maim
a
child
Were
being
done
to
you.
You
never
learned
to
become
shrewd
and
foil
the
hands
of
pain.
Now
see
the
bruises
on
your
heart,
The
injuries
sustained.
A
battered
body
heals
itself
But
little
do
we
know
How
deep
the
mental
anguish
still
Resides
within
the
soul.
With
no
escape,
you
were
compelled
To
spend
your
every
day
In
search
of
comfort,
longing
for
A
place
to
hide
away.
So
lonely,
frightened
and
aware,
In
secrecy
you'd
weep.
Then
cleverly
you
found
a
way
To
put
yourself
to
sleep.
Though
ever
present
in
this
Hell
Your
body
had
to
stay.
But
in
its
quest
to
stay
alive,
Your
spirit
ran
away.
Your
hiding
place
is
far
beyond
This
troubled
earthly
pale.
They'll
never
find
you
where
you've
gone
In
this
you
do
regale!
Ingenious
methods
we
employ,
Our
psyche
to
preserve.
These
soul
retreats
help
us
survive;
They
keep
us
"in
reserve".
You
traveled
somewhere
far
away,
Dimensions
still
unknown.
You
found
a
secret
hiding
place,
a
respite
all
your
own.
The
years
have
passed,
I've
missed
you
so!
I
wish
that
I
could
say
That
life
became
a
gentle
place
Since
you
have
been
away.
Alas,
the
opposite
is
true;
The
world
more
desperate
grows.
But
I
have
found
a
way
to
cope
While
living
in
its
throes.
For
all
my
days
have
been
well
spent,
And
many
lessons
learned.
I'm
drawing
ever
closer
to
the
peace
for
which
we've
yearned.
This
vessel
none
the
worse
for
wear,
Is
now
becoming
new.
I've
dedicated
heart
and
soul
To
prepare
a
place
for
you.
So
please
be
ready,
little
girl,
To
find
your
way
back
home.
You're
lost
and
frightened,
but
I
swear
You
need
no
longer
roam.
The
day
is
surely
close
at
hand;
I
pray
you'll
clearly
see
A
life
of
happiness
awaits
When
you
return
to
me.
Soon
...
very
soon
...
Please
don't
be
afraid.
©Dianne
Ames
-
April,
2002
Yes,
that
little
girl
is
me.
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