Kahlans Silent Prayer

Dear God, I pray to thee,
Will you watch over those little angels,
Just like me?

We maybe strong but can not fight,
Can you please help me,
Pray that things will turn out alright?

We are young and we are left unguarded
So what could I say? What can I do?
To make me feel a little less discarded?

Day by day, we shall go on,
With deep fears,
And a cause to worry before dawn.

Cold and alone, we lie
O will someone please come rescue me,
Or will my life end in the blind of an eye.

A kick, a scream,
Can only end in tears for me,
As my face collides with a beam.

My wrists are red and sore,
My Daddy calls it fare reasoning,
But I find it something very hard to ignore.

O little angel can you hear me? Can you see?
Now my heart must grow beyond the shame
Kick, clawing and screaming at me like a banshee.