Someone’s Little Girl
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Tears fall like liquid diamonds
Into the palms of dirty hands
The mud they mix in form
Denying every faceted sparkle
Salted drops of hope
Dying in a far-away land
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The dress is torn and tattered
But she nothing else to wear
Home is now forever gone
Family lost to a war unwanted
Alone is all that she can feel
And the pull of great despair
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She is someone’s daughter
Or at least she was before
Politics makes many martyrs
Even of those who did nothing
To bring about the horrors
Found amongst those at war
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If she even survives
Nothing will ever be the same
Eyes cannot un-see the atrocities
And wishes do not bring people back
She will always be dipped in the gray
Left with nothing but her name
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If we do not look at her
It may well explain
Why we can do nothing
Chasing our happy lives
Distance provides shelter
From ever seeing her pain
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
this brought me to tears, this plight of refugees
Thank you, Beth! There but for the grace of God go we.
There you go, swinging from my heartstrings again. This moved me to tears. Powerful writing, my dear friend!
Thank you, Kristian!
WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Makes one truly think how fortunate we truly are
Thank you, Carl! Love you guys!