It's All Her Fault


I have not felt this pain for such a long, long time. I have not cried with such a depth of feeling for an even longer time.

The tears used to be for me, myself. Now they are for all the little children.

I remember. I remember getting beat in the head. Whipped with a 1" wide leather colt training strap. Beat with open hands-my head as a ping pong ball.

I remember feeling like I had little to no clothes and less toys. I remember being hungry-hurting because I was so hungry.

She said listen to this song. I know you'll like it. She knows. She knows my history AND she knows how much I love little children.

She knows how I have sobbed over Ethan Stacey's murder. So I listened. And I sobbed. Not for me this time. For Ethan. For the children trapped in poverty and abuse throughout the world. I sobbed. I now sob.

Father protect them. Father I wish I could rescue them.


Prayer of the Children
by InsideOut

Can you hear the prayer of the children?
 On bended knee, in the shadow of an unknown room
Empty eyes with no more tears to cry
 Turning heavenward toward the light

 Crying Jesus, help me
 To see the morning light-of one more day
 But if I should die before I wake,
 I pray my soul to take

 Can you feel the hearts of the children?
 Aching for home, for something of their very own
 Reaching hands, with nothing to hold on to,
 But hope for a better day a better day

Crying Jesus, help me
 To feel the love again in my own land
 But if unknown roads lead away from home,
 Give me loving arms, away from harm

 Can you hear the voice of the children?
 Softly pleading for silence in a shattered world?
 Angry guns preach a gospel full of hate,
 Blood of the innocent on their hands

 Crying Jesus, help me
 To feel the sun again upon my face,
 For when darkness clears I know you're near,
 Bringing peace again

 Dali cujete sve djecje molitive?
 (Croatian translation:
 'Can you hear all the children's prayers?')
 Can you hear the prayer of the children?

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