The Cry of Step Children
Oh! What a thunder from their cry
Will their face ever dry?
One may think they are free
But their sufferings is a tree
They grieve for peaces
But yet keep drowning in pieces
Will they ever be heard?
Is there any hope been held to?
They are been mock
On streets,they don't walk
When will God talk?
I pray for a chalk mark of their happiness!
Their lives scatters on floors
I pray one sees that their lives matters
They could be one of the best lawyers
And they could answer prayers.
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