Innocence is gone.
Ripped from a young heart.
Tearing a young soul.
The damage is irreparable.
Once taken cannot be returned.
Oh how my soul just aches.
Another little one is taken.
By one so sick.
It's beyond all comprehension.
Why must the little ones suffer so?
They cannot cry out.
They cannot fight for themselves.
They cannot run.
They cannot escape.
Oh God, my God, WHY?!!!
Where can they go?
In whom can they confide?
When they don't know how to.
They have no voice.
Killed a long time ago.
Oh little ones, where have you gone?
Who took your innocence from you?
Oh, the evil men do.
What have you done?!!!
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(03/01/2013)
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