If You Could See

If You Could See

If you could see the sadness in my eyes

If you could see the tears as my soul cries

Scars aplenty even though I wished for gently

Justice abandoned, remembering my father’s fist violently

See a misty fiction, trying to forget intrusion

Into my life was the kick out the door without illusion

Then gone was mother’s gentle kiss

She left without choice and always I’ll miss

That sickening dawning that the street was home

If you could see the fear and pleading to the garden gnome

But nothing was forthcoming and away I was washed

That street corner in the dead of night embraced by the trashed

Call them what you may, but Ladies of the Night were saints

Took me in and held me gently until I slept like the innocents

If you could see the fears that attack within

If you could see, but we never see those kin