I Can Hear Their Cries
I wasn't born yet
And yet I can feel their suffering
And hear their cries
They were deprieved
From their childhood
They got thrown out
From their own homes
They were forced to moved out
Against their own will
Usually were your umbilicord is buried
That is where you belong
But it was taken away from them
I have heard their story
It is the most sad and painful one
They said they were living
Like a bird...
...but now they are living
Like a hurtful bird
Their stories bring tears to my eyes
It is like watching a sad movie
And yet it is like
I have lived it
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