The Angels watching Over Me Tonight.

Curled up in bed I cannot sleep tonight.

My eyes fixed on the little bit of light.

Hoping I don't hear creaking on the stairs.

And the light disappears and he is standing there.

I am praying he stays far out of sight.

I hope the angels are watching over me tonight.

Nataiella (1972) Childhood Memory and Event

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The Children with No Voice.

We are the hidden children who have no voice.

Unable to the decide or make our own choice.

When we speak or shout, we are never heard.

Plain denial always with all our words.

We are all wards of the national state.

Placed in a so-called appropriate and safe place.

Where we should be nurtured and cared for.

Where we should feel we are pr...

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Am I The Culprit or Am I The Victim.

Is the glass half full or is it half empty.

Is there nothing or is there plenty.

Am I contented or am I hungry.

Am I at peace or am I angry.

Is the world happy or is the world sad.

All the people good or are the people bad.

Am I wanted or am I abandoned.

Am I believed or am I under suspicion.

Was I ever needed or was I ...

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Mummy’s Love. (Hidden in Anger).

I can feel my mummy's love I know it's in there somewhere.

As the hands rein down on me, I know somewhere inside she cares.

I can feel my mummy's love even though it's hidden in despair.

I know she has a lot of love to give but the anger is always there.

I can feel my mummy's love as my ears ring with a bout of insulting words.

I am sure...

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