Sunday, June 21, 2009

Children The World Forgot

A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock ....
A broken heart that the world forgot





Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket



My name is Luka I live on the second floor

I live upstairs from you

Yes I think you've seen me before

If you hear something late at night Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight

Just don't ask me what it was ..Just don't ask me what it was Just don't ask me what it was

I think it's because I'm clumsy I try not to talk too loud

Maybe it's because I'm crazy I try not to act too proud

They only hit until you cry And after that you don't ask why

You just don't argue anymore You just don't argue anymore You just don't argue anymore

Yes I think I'm okay I walked into the door again

Well, if you ask that's what I'll say

And it's not your business anyway

I guess I'd like to be alone

With nothing broken, nothing thrown

Just don't ask me how I am Just don't ask me how I am


Concrete Angel Campaign ...

thank you belle ame for highlighting this:



Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket






Concrete Angel

She walks to school with the lunch she packed Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm

Sometimes she wishes she was never born

Through the wind and the rain She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved ... Concrete angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate

When morning comes it'll be too late


A statue stands in a shaded place An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock A broken heart that the world forgot
Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket

Comments

(10 total) Post a Comment

~warm hugs my beautiful sister~ you are most welcome and i do thank you again for your wonderful posts on this subject. i had forgotten about that song Luka.. this line stands out a lot "And it's not your business anyway" .. it IS everyone's business to step in to report Child Abuse when Y/you see it or think a child is being abused. i can't tell even begin to tell you sis how many times i have done just that. my home has always been a safe haven for my son's friends even for my god-daughter and her friends. a place they can go to when the going gets rough at their house. when mommy or daddy has had a few too many or forgotten to feed them. or when they needed someone to talk to without being torn to shreds. i sit here in tears thinking of the many kids that have passed thru my home. as i stated in my comments on blog, i was an abused child and then an abused wife. both physical and mental.. it doesn't matter that i came from a nice home per se, money etc.. Child Abuse happens in all walks of life.. it's not just physical but also mental. shaking head .. grrrrrrrrrr .. i pray for the abusers that they get what is coming to them.. mind you i am not a violent person. but i do believe in some cases justice need be served... with that said i will make my exit and head back to sleep.. love you dearly my beautiful sister and friend.. ~warmest of hugs and sweet kisses~ belle

Wednesday April 4, 2007 - 02:08am (CDT) Remove Comment

This touched My heart and raised My ire. Justice must be served and children protected every day of every year. Thank you for this reminder little one.

Wednesday April 4, 2007 - 07:00pm (EST) Remove Comment

hugggggggg my sis tight ..its EVERYBODY'S buisness when it comes to OUR children being abused ...i soo hope with each blog brings awareness more and angers A/all enough to watch and help protect them by speaking out and reporting when it first starts...ty sis for all that you do to put a stop to it ...wipes a tear from my eye its been a long time since i heard that song my name is luca..its a great song that hits the point

Wednesday April 4, 2007 - 05:33am (CDT) Remove Comment

Thanks for spreading the word...I do have some ideas for punishment for child abusers, predators...Use a firemans pole, weld razor blades to the outside of it, put a kids plastic play swimming pool at the bottom of the pole. Once the predator is found guilty, tie a rope around his genitals, let him slide down the pole (cutting himself repeatedly on the razor blades)into a pool of rubbing alcohol (the sting of pain will still compare on what they inflicted), then let family members pull him from the pool with the aforementioned rope around his genitals, finally allow the court of the common people to throw Dr. Seuss books at him repeatedly until he dies, this should take awhile, but will be therapeutic to everyone involved. Also, make sure this is carried on the internet and all TV stations so others can see the punishment they will recived for their crimes.

Wednesday April 4, 2007 - 09:27am (EDT) Remove Comment

huggssssssss ty for spreading the message all over it breaks my heart to think of so many children in pain and silence and helpless. hope we all can in some way help make this world safer for our lil angels.

Wednesday April 4, 2007 - 08:48pm (IST) Remove Comment

The first time and everytime I hear this song....Tears flow down my cheek

Alyssa Lies - Jason Michael Carroll


Genre/Lang. : Country

My little girl met a new friend,
just the other day,
on the playground at school
between the tires and the swings

But she came home with tear-filled eyes,
and she said to me "Daddy, Alyssa lies"

Well I just brushed it off at first,
cause I didn't know how much my little girl had been hurt
o'er the things she had seen.
I wasn't ready when I said "You can tell me"

and she said...

Alyssa lies to the classroom,
Alyssa lies everyday at school,
Alyssa lies to the teachers
as she tries to cover every bruise

My little girl laid her head down that night to go to sleep.
As I stepped out the room, I heard her say a prayer so soft and sweet
"God bless my mom and my dad
and my new friend, Alyssa
I know she needs you bad"

Because Alyssa lies to the classroom,
Alyssa lies everyday at school,
Alyssa lies to the teachers
as she tries to cover every bruise

(bridge)

I had the worst night of sleep in years
as I tried to think of a way to calm her fears
I knew exactly what I had to do
but when we got to school on Monday I heard the news

My little girl asked me why everybody looked so sad.
The lump in my throat grew bigger
with every question that she asked.
Until I felt the tears run down my face
and I told her that Alyssa wouldn't be at school today

Cause she doesn't lie in the classroom
she doesn't lie anymore at school
Alyssa lies with Jesus
because there's nothin' anyone would do.

Tears filled my eyes, when my little girl asked me why
Alyssa lies. daddy tell me why
Alyssa lies



Wednesday April 4, 2007 - 08:51am (PDT) Remove Comment

thank you for spreading such an important message.

Wednesday April 4, 2007 - 10:51am (CDT) Remove Comment

As a child I remember being called to my bedroom to be "punished". I was filled with such dread I could hardly move. I knew if i didn't go quickly into the room it would only be worse. But how could it be worse than last time? How could the pain be worse? It was bad enough to be whipped by my mother with my fathers razor strap, let alone being made to take my clothes all off in front of my older sister and her watch the whole time. While she grinned and made fun.
Mother would start whipping my bum hard, then work on my thighs as I lay flat on the bed. there was no give in it. When my mother's anger subsided she stopped. She would be out of breath, sweating and so tired she couldn't raise her arm anymore.
I was cried out. The pain so bad I couldn't move, but that wasn't enough for mother. I was made to put my clothes on and sit on the front porch for an hour so the nieghbors could see I had been bad. I honestly don't know which was worse, the beating or the humliation.
Honestly I am glad I never had children. I don't know if I would be any better than my mother. I have a violent temper at times.
So to you Blonde Angel, your friends and all your good works. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I hope no child ever has to be hurt again

Wednesday April 4, 2007 - 09:49am (PDT) Remove Comment

i love how you take a stand for those who cannot do it for themselves. far to many of us survived the trauma of our childhood.... it is women like you blonde, that make the world go round and make it a better place to be for everyone. The song Martina McBride wrote "Concrete Angel" brings me to my knees everytime i hear it. i lend my support, my belief, everything i am to making child abuse non-existant.
chenoa

Wednesday April 4, 2007 - 09:16pm (MDT) Remove Comment

dear blonde...thank you for all you have done to raise awareness and publicly inform (thank you belle also) ...children are the greatest asset for us all...and yet they are also the most vulnerable... its up to all of us to protect them at any cost.. you wear your heart on your sleeve and it never looked more beautiful than right now...*hugs*.. (continues to read) (..our company has been in contact with child services in our town..and has offered public and financial support...)

Thursday April 5, 2007 - 07:16am (CDT)

Posted by at
Labels: ,

No comments:

Post a Comment

Comments

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)