A hit, Then a jab. Dodge to the right, Then Left. Still reaches it's target. A bruise, Undeserved. No reason behind it, Except anger, hate, resentment, Released upon the innocence, So sweet and patient. Fairness? Not a top priority. Waiting in silence, As it all continues. A cut: So gracefully done. Pain so small at first. The cuts only seem To get deeper and deeper. . . An angel, a prayer, a hope. All seem pointless, but it's all you've got. The angel will take the pain away, The prayers help you too. Keep the hope and faith alive. Without it, Life's Pointless -->Remeber We All Love You.