A Little Girl's Silent Cry

In the quiet night, a whisper breaks, A little girl with a heart that aches. Eyes once bright now filled with fear, A world so cruel, no one to hear. Her father’s hands, once warm and kind, Now shadows haunt her fragile mind. A trust betrayed, a soul turned cold, A story too dark, too heavy to be told. She hugs her doll, whispers her pain, Praying for morning, for sunshine, for rain. For anything new, for time to rewind, For love that is pure, for peace she can find. Yet in her heart, a flicker remains, A hope untouched by sorrow’s chains. That one day soon, her voice will rise, Her scars will heal, she’ll touch the skies. For little girls are meant to dream, To laugh, to dance, to brightly beam. Not to carry a burden so deep, Not to cry herself to sleep. But justice comes, though slow it seems, A light will shine through broken dreams. And she will stand, no more afraid, A warrior born from the nights she prayed