STOLEN DREAMS

In opulant homes, where the day was relished in idleness,

Strange imploring hands crawled in, pleading for mercy.

The little girl, left to the care of strong toys

Was ensnared by wicked hands, moving toys, indifferent.

Unknowing, she shared her radiant smile,

A gift, pleasing the cunning guile,

But stolen it was, the hope of a rich home

By suffocating hands and heart of stone.

Lullabies of greed brought her no respite, 

Disguised hands' care bound her tight , 

No mornings of joy, no laughter's light,

A captive soul she lay, dreams lost in night.

Her wandering eyes searched for her kin,

Her mother's touch, her solace in distress,

Days turned to nights, hopes dwindled thin,

No gods descended, her prayers mere words.

With a shattered life, she now traverses,

Not for coins, but for true leading hands,

Seeking guidance to lost dreams' shores,

Where safety dwells and fear abhors.

In hopeful glimmers, her spirit bides,

To break free from the dark stolen hands,

For she believes that life is a road,

That will lead her to the bond once stolen away.