Heaven’s Hero

I know you’re crying in the night
But we don’t hear a sound.
We are home with our families,
But for you, no one’s around.

I know you’re stomach’s aching
But we don’t feel your pain.
We’re having dinner with our friends,
But you eat our remains.

I know you sell your soul
But we don’t hear your pitch.
We’re too busy splurging
While you sleep in the ditch.

I know your clothes are dirty
But we don’t see your grime.
We’re too busy primping
While you run out of time.

I know your heart is hurting
But we don’t :hear it break.
We’re too busy living
While men buy the love you make.

I know that you are out there
But not many know you are.
I am busy praying,
It is you I’m praying for.

I want to see you laugh at night
I want to hear that sound.
I want you with a loving family
With people all around.

I want to feed your stomach
I don’t want there to be pain.
I want to have dinner with you, my friend
I want you to feel no shame.

I want give your soul back
I don’t want it to be sold.
I want you to have a nice warm bed
And to never feel the cold.

I want you to have clean clothes to wear
I want to see your beauty.
I want you to be the child your are
I believe it is my duty.

I want your heart to feel true love
And the pain you feel be zero.
I want you to know that in my eyes
You are Heaven’s Hero.


Gretchen France
6/4/01