Inks from tears dropping.

Tears in my ink
wishing it could
erase the pains of death
hoping it could put smiles
on the face of the destitutes
at 15 dad left me
to the cold hands of death
left me with mum and sisters
to care for
but juvenile set in
I felt pain,betrayal and hatred
but in all I saw the light
knowing what I had seen
I pray those in my shoes
wouldn't go through
same harsh conditions
but who will help me
stretch out the hands
of love and kindness
to these little ones

whom I don't want them
to see the hardship
and cruel side of nature
they don't deserve
this is a piece of
pleas for me to touch lives
and put smiles on their face