The Piece of Glass

Walking all alone one day

I found a piece of glass.

Crying on the ground she lay

Lacking all her class.

She crawled her way in to my hand,

Begging me for aid.

Slowly she told of her land

There the tortures laid.

Broken-hearted, I held on

Scared for her to smash

Any moment she’d be gone

And she began to thrash.

Silently I said a prayer

Asking God for strength,

Wanting to help her with care

but not knowing how.

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