Small hands
Small tears
Life something of a nightmare
So small, such big fears
I begin to weep at the thought of me
So small,
so brave
Nothing breaking spirit,
Even when the body is broken by other’s hands
Small hands
Small tears
Little girl inside,
I see you,
no longer do you need to hide
Call out,
Scream out,
Sing out.
You are free,
be who you are to be
Small hands
Small tears
Big fears
Do not fear who you are,
I am here to catch you if you fall
My small hands
My small tears
My big fears

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