Yesterday, today and the scars of tomorrow

Little tiny feet shuffling along, in need of loving care
Little hands holding a plate, needing food but it remains bare

Slowly toward a figure on the couch fast asleep,
Tiny eyes brimming with tears, silently begin to weep

In a daze from drunken sleep waking briefly to see
Where the nearest half full bottle could be

Little eyes watching filled with sorrow
No certainties or hope for tomorrow

Time passes like a stormy wind every day
Tiny hearts heavy keeping their secret with nothing to say

Tiny little hands become grown and strong
With more surety and sense of where to belong

Little heart hardened guarded behind a wall
Always remembering, always fearing to fall

The figure will be long forgotten, a memory in the past
But the scars will be left lingering, the pain will forever last

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