A little girl is laying down
wanting to grow up and be a princess.
Instead she’s wishing we’d grab her hand.
We’d wipe her tears and calm her fears.

A little boy is sitting there
wanting to grow up and become a man.
Instead he’s wishing we’d grab his hand,
we’d wipe his tears and calm his fears.

A teenager is scared
wanting a family filled with loads of love.
Instead they’re wishing we’d grab their hand,
we’d wipe their tears and calm their fears.

An adult is worn out
feeling life has been difficult enough.
Instead they’re dreaming someone would have cared,
Someone would have stepped up and protected them.

Won’t you be that someone?

by Sandra Adams