Children

Hearing all their distant cries.
Not able to do anything for those lost souls.
Being the last resort for hope
I can sense their fears, I can feel their desires.
It's like they're right in front of me.
Waiting for me to be their savior.
To grant all their wishes.
I'm listening to all their complaints and worries.
They feel alone and abandoned.
They don't know where to go.
The tears streaming down their faces haunt my dreams at night.
I can hear their distant cries.
I can sense their fears.
These children have limited days.
Days that should be filled with happiness and love.
But instead they'll sit in dark corners crying and screaming for help.
These lost and scared children will be waiting.
Waiting for the savior they need.