#83
And all I could do was watch,
in silence,
as I begged for all of heaven
not to lead them astray—
as once I was.
I never liked seeing the blood of children—
my children.
And worst of all, they shout
it was all in my name.
If only I could shed tears
they could understand,
if only they could hear my whisper
when they cry in prayer.
Oh—how I wish I could do more
for them.