Sandboxes are for playing
Little children laugh and cry
Build your castles big and strong
Before you grow old and you die

Trucks and dolls are for fantasies
Little children smile and sigh
Build your dreams while you can
Before your time comes and you die

Life and breath are for real
Little children work hard and try
Build yourself real strong and sure
Death is always stalking and you die

God take away this awful time
I cannot hold my hatred in
And I'm afraid to let it fly
If I let it go
Outside a safe environment
It may hurt someone innocent
God give me a safe place
A safe person
Who can help me be
Without destroying someone else
Or me

Alone

A little girl of seven
Sits on the front steps
Alone
Pensive
She carries a burden
So unacceptable and heavy
She cannot let it into her thoughts
She only feels its weight
Inside her unnamed

The child is not a child
Except in stature
She sighs
In infinite sadness and despair
As she bears her burden
Alone

Parenting

Hearts of stone
In the two parents
Breeding orphans
Lost lonely kids
Grown old at five
Immature at thirty-eight

Not wanted or needed
Left at Satan's gate
Flowers don't grow
In dark closets
Kids don't feel
In the devils home

Don't laugh or cry
I'll give you a reason
Fire shines in his eyes
Master of all his kids
Fear is his crown
The strap is his robe

Fear

Fear is still a way of life
Afraid of closets
Being in a boat on the lake
Or alone in an elevator
Of dark streets
Anger
Hunting trophies
Men
Attics
My body
Blocked doorways
Men
Shotguns
Loud reveling
Fear of never being able
To let someone love me