The thief in a bright red cloak

A river of tears flow From an abandoned heart. Each drop shaped By a waterfall of sorrow. They wet the earth, Spreading the pain Of a little life fallen apart. A once lively body Now worn and hollow. A young mind fails to understand The unjust thief In the bright red cloak, That stole away that loving hand, Which used to bear A gentle warm stroke. The earth wraps its dust Around the little feet, And whispers words of comfort. Little ears sealed With a mourning sheet Fail to hear This soothing effort.