Children Crying by Tia Voth

So many children cry,
Their parents die.
No roofs to keep their heads dry.
Life's down the drain,
With too much blood stains,
This is not a safe lane.

I want to love,
But I've had enough
with this stuff!
too many die,
too many cry,
too many lie.

I want this to stop,
But not my bubble to pop.
what happened to the cop
Who said he'd keep me safe
Now I've lost my faith...

So the children cry
while the parents die
Their left alone
With no one to hold
When they get cold

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