Against the Wall

The walls of the house are paper thin, A child's laugh is heard, You can almost see her grin. She's a happy little girl of maybe three or four. Her parents give her love she is never ignored. Yet there's another child with tears in her eyes She's standing in the closet, From her parents she wants to hide. She doesn't want to tell you all the hurts she feel inside. She loves her parents so much, That it makes up for her blackened eyes. To put her in a foster home would be the best thing to do. But can you forever break this broken girls heart in two. Her parents aren't poor or impoverished in any way. Does that give them the right to beat this girl, from day to day? There will come a day when all aren't judged by the law of the land. And those impressed by money and power, Will be judged by "His" hand. This child is still suffering as I know her well. As an adult the torment lives on, And still no one she tells.