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(01/11/12) So many children are waiting in the wings For being adopted is their thing. Afraid to make plans for they don’t know What lies ahead - their future is something That they do dread. Some move from home to home and never Finding where they belong. Many were abandoned and left on the street With just their clothes on their backs and no food to eat. Some were newborns left at police stations Fire stations , and at church doors Never to see their parents any more. They have dreams like so many others But they would prefer to have parents And a sister or brother. A person that they could say that- this is my mom And this is my dad and I’m proud and awfully glad. That I have parents as so many other children do And knowing what it is to be loved like you. We are all adoptable if given a chance Look in our hearts and you’ll understand. We don’t know why we was abandoned Or what we had done wrong, but with Parents is where we belong. I’ll wipe away my tears so that you could see The love and pain that’s inside of me. If you can’t have children or have a kind heart Then adoption is where you can start. ADOPT

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