Some dirty covered in filth
Others hidden not aloud to be seen
Kids buried before they're even born
The suffereing these children feel
Pain we cannot begin to describe
The innocence seen from their soul
Through sad eyes the stories they tell
A dismal future from a dreadful past
yet the gift of hope they find
that today won't be the last
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