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by cathy Jun 26, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I see all these people weeping And all of their wounds seeping With what other than blood and puss And o do the children make such a fuss This place is so terrible to have to see I don't think it's meant for people like me All their lives they've had it so rough And yet I've never seen someone act so tough I know on the inside they are scared But they seem to never have even cared They all had to grow up way to fast I bet they don't remember their past They have all watched their friends disappear It might happen to them next they all fear No one should have to live like this Without ever experiencing their first kiss To die so young is such a sin We shall never let it happen again Someday I know I will miss the faces And yet I will wish I had never seen the places