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My heart cries…
Not for me but the helpless
To the ones who can’t find their soul
How shall they survive?
Trouble begetting trouble
I wish for them I were acursed
For their freedom I might be bound
Hmmm…
Their life is worth mine
If I have to fight, then I’ll fight for free
So help me God.
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Such a lovely sentiment! i really appreciate this spirit of yours 🙂
thanks. someone has got to cry for those whose cry cannot be heard.
I had done something similar too, if you would like to read:https://geetaanjalee.wordpress.com/2013/09/29/a-few-morsels-for-little-angels/
thanks for stopping by here….that was a great piece of reflection.