- [wp_reading_time] Read -
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.
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.
0 Responses
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.