A mother's love is so desperately needed
It's the cry of the child that must be heeded
The touch of her hand, the smell of her hair
The way she tucks you in at night, and shows that she cares
These are the things every child must dream
Some go unknown and not even seen
For these are the children in such desperate need
From the came of there mother, her very own seed
For these are the nights they sit there and cry
Sometimes wishing if they could only die
For these are the children my heart goes out to
Because I know exactly what you're going through
I sit here today writing this poem
Hoping in time that this will show 'em
No matter how you feel
Or, how much pain is so real
I'm here to be a friend
And this poem to you, I did send
Believe in God, for He is nothing BUT Love
That's what He showed us, with His Crimson Blood.
