Can’t you hear the children crying?Do you not see their tears?In their eyes you can read their fearsOf sorrow and suffering too gruesome for their years. Every day there are children dyingFrom booze and drugs which they are buying.Shattered dreams in the graves are lying –Come on child, LIVE! Why aren’t you even trying? Hear …
I believed in you.I thought you were my friend.We laughed, cried and ate together.I was sure that on you I could depend. I loved you.For you I’d do anything, gladly giving up my life –Climb every mountain, cross every valley.We made a great team: I was glad to be your wife. We dreamed dreams and …
I’ve cried many tears in the past days, wondering if I should end it all.Has my life any real meaning?Have I been obedient, have I really been called? Who really cares if I live or die?My husband, my son, or the one I’m carrying inside?No one knows the sorrow I feel, no one knows of …
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