The lonely child

by x-aLeX bAbe-x   Jul 13, 2006


The cries of the young so feeble so weak,
the fathers of families watching them weep,
the children carrying their pots and pans,
collecting water with destroyed hands,
mothers watching their children fall to the floor,
wishing and preying that they was'nt poor,
and then theres the child no family no love life for the girl is more than just tough.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Dimari

    That was really touching to me. It makes me think of my own life, every single word of it. Very good, very moving to me:)

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