I can hear the little voices

As I drove to work this morning, I was overwhelmed with joy knowing that my boys were safe at home with Stac. I'm sure this had to do with the blinding freeway signs that read "CHILD ABDUCTION". I began to think of the many that go unreported or just never found. I was compelled to write this...


I can hear the little voices,
calling through the rain.
Not understanding much of life,
but quite familiar with its pain.

I can hear the little voices,
telling stories of their day.
Stripped of innocence and joy,
barely knowing their own name.

I can hear the little voices,
with their hands over their face,
Stomach grumbles as they sleep,
bleeding heart and soul is slain.

I can hear the little voices,
singing slowly fades away.
Hear the sorrow in their bones,
dumped into a nameless grave.