A Walk Under the Radar

Let's take a walk to the unseen places where children don't tell and there are no witnesses

I'll show you the the thorns, the blood, the fear-infested air - maybe you know this place

The discarded toys, the pleated bedspread, the precious childhood things, all left to turn to dust

Feel no pity for those empty-eyed children, who speak no evil, and show no pain

But if you meet one at the park or riding on the bus, smile or wink playfully

Let just a hint of love fly under their wary radar - reflecting elusive beauty

And know that it's never too late to heal - them... you... me.......

When one is ready, it's never too late to heal