TRUST

Approaching a bench at the park, I notice a child dirty sad and all alone
Tell me child what can be so wrong?                          He peered at me with piercing blue eyes that said it all.                             Then he wove a tale, hard to hear, he said can you help me please, I've been beaten and unheard for so long I've decided to run to a place where beauty roams.Nobody can help me or so it seems, so I have chosen to be broken and alone in a place where beauty roams.                                    No my child, you don't have to be broken and alone.Take my hand, please oh please , together we'll find peace, and a new place to call home.                                      he gave me so much hope as he raised his tiny dirty hand and placed it in mine, I squeezed it tightly and together we found a new place to call home.