The wind is rough outside tonight.
But not as rough as in our younger life.
Why can people not see
the pain in my eyes and my hope to be free?
Free from pain and shame and fear
Free to love all that others hold dear.
A mother who loves us and always wants us near;
A father who his daughter will revere;
Sisters to help us with problems we face;
Brothers to cheer us on to win the race?
Why was someone not there?
Someone to encourage us and help
with all that we faced?
Can someone explain to us
Why a child of 9 had to be
by meds from pain set free?
Free from all the pain and shame
Because people were blind and could not see?
Why did the doctor that we as a young child
told have to be so bold?
Why did he not report to law or such?
Instead, to behave, our abuser he told.
Because of that we shall never be free
free to enjoy the beauty life beholds?
Free to grow and love and learn;
Free our love to be returned.
Why can we not be free
like the wind our wanderings and
spirits to roam.
Instead in a box they have put us.
They say, you must do this; you can not do that;
Free like the wind is what of life we ask.
Too soon an adult;
Never a child;
Yet many children remain inside.
Always wanting, like the wind to roam;
You see, to be free is our request.
for that is how life is lived at its best.
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