The cry's of the children

by Sara Schott   Aug 23, 2005


I see this world before me.
Full of hatred and misery.
Full of pain and sorrow.
I hear the cry's of children asking for a helping hand.
As everyone past them I sit there and stare as if there is nothing i do.
I can no long bare the suffering of others.
For it is to much for my mind to handle.
The frustration causes me great pain.
All i can do is sit back and watch as the world evolve.
The weaker fall and the greater rise above us all.

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