Zahra (Little Girl Lost)

Alone at night,

In a house of sin and doubt,

Knock, knock, knock,

Who will let me out?

My bruises are visible,

But no one can see,

The abuse that I suffered,

And the cruelty.

With a smile in my heart,

And a smile on my face,

I could never find love,

In this evil place.

I use to run, skip and play,

Until love refused to come my way,

Cancer took my leg and I refused to die,

A smile would brighten my face so that I wouldn’t cry.

My prosthetic leg,

Gave me cheer and hope,

But my tormentors proclaimed,

That it was only a joke.

Deprived and starved,

Of the love I deserved,

I am now just a memory,

In heaven, whole and preserved.

Where were my rescuers’?

Was I in disguise?

When they turned away,

From the proof in my eyes.

I can now walk and hear,

In Gods’ tender embrace,

Here where His love sustains,

But on earth it drifts away,

I no longer have to suffer,

With others evil selfish pride,

Because, before I had a chance to live,

I died.