Wounded Heart

Lord, why am I so used and abused
When my heart is honest and pure?

I try so hard to do my very best
I'm really being put to the test.

So many demanding, for their own gain,
While driving others totally insane.

I give my all each and every day,
Only for them to say,"Hey!!".

How much more am I to take,
When inside my heart breaks?

I am accused and blamed,
til my heart is sorely maimed.

I try to keep on going,
But at times my wounded heart is showing.

Seems no one really cares,
Just to continue to throw dares.

I want the best for everyone,
so they too, can continue to see the rising sun.

Lord, please help me to make it thru each day,
To always have a kind word to say.

To listen well with all my heart,
To be able to continue my work,
and always be a part.

Those who abuse,
Help them to understand,
They, too can change,
and become a part
and help mend a WOUNDED HEART.

Knightgale~2000(c)

Call for Vigilance

So many abused and maimed
when are people gonna see this shame,

Abused for years and seems never a repair,
children constantly in total despair.

Why do they NOT hear the cries in the nite,
and join us in this fight.

To protect the children we must do,
Please do not ask WHO

It is each of us that must carry on
and fight til this battle is won.

Too many have died, many have been lost
they paid with their lives, what a horrible cost.

So innocently they were born,
only to find themselves in total scorn.

God bless all little children, far and near,
help us to dry up the tears.

To make them whole and happy again,
God, please help us, Amen,
and again, Amen!

Knightgale(c)~2000