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~A Broken Wing~

She loved him like he was
The last man on Earth
Gave him everything she ever had
He'd break her spirit down
Then come lovin' up to her
Give a little, then take it back

She'd tell him about her dreams
He'd just shoot 'em down
Lord he loved to make her cry
"You're crazy for believin'
You'll ever leave the ground"
He said, "Only angels know how to fly"

And with a broken wing
She still sings
She keeps an eye on the sky
With a broken wing
She carries her dreams
Man you ought to see her fly

One Sunday morning
She didn't go to church
He wondered why she didn't leave
He went up to the bedroom
Found a note by the window
With the curtains blowin' in the breeze

And with a broken wing
She still sings
She keeps an eye on the sky
With a broken wing
She carries her dreams
Man you ought to see her fly

With a broken wing
She carries her dreams
Man you ought to see her fly

This page is dedicated to all the woman ,

men and children who have to live in fear

in the hands of someone that loves them ..

Stop the hatered stop the violence !!!

If you or anyone you know has to

live in fear from the one they love and

need someone to talk to or a

place to go click here

Or E-mail donna_gardiner@hotmail.com

Song By Martina Mcbride::::A Broken wing

The Poem you are about to read

is very graphic about child abuse

My name is Misty

I am but three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid,

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all

I can't do a wrong

Or else I'm locked up

All the day long.

When I awake I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home

When my mommy does come

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll get just

One whipping tonight.

Don't make a sound,

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse

My name he calls

I press myself

Against the wall

I try and hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry

He finds me weeping

He shouts ugly words,

He says its my fault

That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And I run for the door.

He's already locked it

And I start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream

But its now much too late

His face has been twisted

Into unimaginable hate

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

Oh please God, have mercy!

Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door,

While I lay there motionless

Sprawled on the floor

My name is Misty

And I am but three,

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me.

Song :::The Little Girl

There are thousands of kids out there just like Misty. And you can help.

And please pass this page on because as crazy as it might sound, it might

just  indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know.

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The following poem was written by: Donna, and her son Nickolas You said that you loved me, I smiled at the thought, You said that i was fat, I cringed at the thought. You held me so tight I thought that you'd change But I now see the light It was my heart that you manged   I thought I could take it I thought I'd be strong thought loves what you make it It could'nt last long I said I can make him, love me again I couldnt have been more wrong   I said I would do more and then he would see the women he once loved the women in me   Then time took its toll he no longer fit the mole I dropped to my knees and cried  Lord take me home! His hand touched my shoulder I looked up above tears filled my eyes I heard look what he's done the wings ive once given you are tattered and tore my child take my hand you will hurt no more   now i'm in heaven I can finally see I have no more wounds my wings are restored

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Frannie A.K.A.Brenda269

September 21,2001