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The Phone Call
I know that you have heard me
crying throughout the night;
You’ve heard my parents shouting
and even saw them fight.
You know that it gets real bad
when daddy comes home late;
Mommy just can’t do to much
when Daddy gets irate.
You’ve seen me bruised and battered
you know that things aren’t good;
But you never tried to help
although you know you should.
I can’t say that I blame you;
I’m sure that your afraid;
Or you want a distance kept
from threats that you’ve heard made.
But silence isn’t golden
when there are lives at stake;
My life hangs in jeopardy,
a phone call is all it’d take.
I try to be strong and brave
to help my Mommy out;
Still I cry most every night
when they begin to shout.
If you’d just pick up the phone
to call out the police,
Daddy might get the help he needs
then the fighting would cease.
I know that you don’t know me
yet you could end my strife;
With just a simple phone call
you could save my life.
Copyright Joey L. Eddins 2000
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