CHILDREN OF FEAR
THE TEARS YOU SEE ARE ONLY DROPLETS,
FROM THE OCEAN THATS WITHIN,
A RAIN DROP FROM THE STORM THAT RAGES,
THE WINDS OF DESPERATION SPINS.
AS THEY FIGHT AGAINST THE DRIVING PAIN,
THEY PRAY THE STORM WILL CLEAR,
SO THE LIGHT CAN WARM THE DARKNESS,
THAT BLINDS THE CHILD OF FEAR...
TO THE CHILDREN WITH ALL MY LOVE
Copyright 1997, 1998 Diane L. (Brightbill) Shotwell
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