The Childrens Tears
Traveled the globe For many years My haunting memory Are the children`s tears Tattered rags To keep them warm Roadside hovels Shelters from the storm All they have is a mother`s love Hardly enough When push comes to shove From dawn to dusk In the street Pleading to strangers For something to eat The horrible truth No one cares to see Only a fortunate few Exist long enough to be
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