Steven A. Jent

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The Children Who Donít Speak

Donít try to read his barren face.

His mind has found a secret place.

Heís of the children who donít speak,

And your heart will only break

To see him staring into space.


No light can find a way inside

The captive world behind his eyes.

Heís of the children who donít smile,

Heíll always be the distant child,

Silent til the day he dies.


What thoughts he has are his alone.

He cannot come, I cannot go.

Heís of the children who donít play,

And Iíll never hear him say

That he loves me, but I know.



All words and music copyright © 1975Ė2011 Steven A. Jent