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      So Many Children . . . Just Like Me

      Hear the laughter  Hear the Joy
      it's coming from that little boy.
      See her dancing, watch her swirl
      she seems like such a happy girl.

      To look at them you'd never see
      The broken Hearts, The misery.
      Looks are deceiving, Oh how true
      God only knows what they've been through.

      They hide the hurt so you won't see
      The pain of their reality.
      A hurt that grows, a hurt that lasts
      because of things done in the past.

      A grownup now, except at night
      I'm filled with fear, I'm filled with fright
      In many dreams though some are mild
      I still remain a frightened child
      Scared of the dark, can't be alone.
      These are things I've not outgrown

      Oh how it breaks my heart to see
      so many children . . . just like me.

              --- by Barbara deHaas

Copyright © 1998 by Barbara deHaas.  barbaradehaas@hotmail.com

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