What kind of cold lies has your little heart burned through?
Your stare is far and distant, you see it all anew.
Your mind is racing heart is pounding, Whatever can you do?
The breath of hate the look of rage, your mind just tries to cope
And suddenly you are safe again, and you remember how to hope.
You see your brothers snuggled around, they are here, yes all three,
Calling Sissy Sissy we will make room, over here on Daddy's knee
The thought of terror or the need for love, Trust again you'll try
You climb up on your Foster Dad and smile instead of cry.
-Daniel Swick, House of New Hope Treatment Foster Parent