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Answers?


Please tell me why?

Why’s it gotta be like this?

Please?

So many questions coming from the mouth of a boy

And he was so innocent, so pure

And deserved so much more

Where were the words?

I had no words. I had no answers.

To him I could not lie.

But what could I say?

Why? Why? Why?

His questions haunted me at night.

A kid I didn’t help.

At least not in the way that mattered most.

I had no knowledge, no skills, no answers.

If I could change one thing,

I would go back and say,

Well here’s what we’ll do first.

 

Because one day soon I will be a child advocacy attorney.

I will have the knowledge and the skills

to help seek out the answers.

Together, we will fight and find a way.

Families reunited, second chances, kids choosing their own futures;

I will finally say

Let me help you find the way

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