Hear Her Cries
Perchance I'll leave my window open
as my mind drifts off to dream
of fields so lush and skies so blue
the perfect setting scene
I'd sit and smile at all that's right
in a world of harmony
where the air is pure the streams run clean
and the hummingbirds fly free
when the winds blow in and kiss my cheek
and the sun begins to rise
the dreams might end with a world still bleak
will someone hear her cries
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015
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