I'm the rain
you stole out of the raindrop.
The blue hue you ripped out of the sky;
I was a symphony waiting to happen
until you took the lull from my sweet lullaby.

I exist
without right to ever meet my existence.

I'm perfect
but was jilted of ever joining my perfection.

I have essence
but will never learn about it through my own life's lesson.

I'm the paint
you never put on its canvas.
I'm the plane
you never taught how to land this.
I am the shine you shook out of the sun once.

I'm a life you halted
without any question in my direction,
without thought, without heart, without hesitation.

I can fly away from this world up high,
but I will always look down upon you
and wonder why you never chose to try.

This is what happens when a child is abused.
This is what happens when children are recruited for war.
This is what happens when abortion is a choice over life.
This is what happens when you sell a child into a life of prostitution
or a government leaves a child in a life of destitution.
This is what happens to millions of innocent victims.

This is what happens;
what remains is the question:
what are YOU going to do about it?