Truth Don'T Lie
Cry baby
To life you’re born
Mother’s nine months delivery
Turns from pain to joy
Cry little children
Go to school and learn well
By the sweat of thy brow
You'll earn your stairway to heaven
Or a place in hell
Cry lovely people
Jesus dispelled our fears
Crowned with thorns and roses
On crosses we will bear
Cry Angels
As our souls depart
What God has planned
Will mend all broken hearts
Copyright © Arturo Michael | Year Posted 2018
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