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I hear a child crying in the night,
ever so softly your pain sings out. I hear a child crying, Like a song of the ocean tides I hear you cry- but I find you not. I call out, "who's there", No answer, No reply. You are in the walls, blocked with regrets, there, I hear you cry. I hear a child crying, for the time that has pasted, when life was mean and cold. and friendships did not last. I know the sound ,of constant groaning, I hear the depths of your very soul. Longing to know freedom, from the memories made of old. I get up from my desk, I look for you, I try to find the sound, which room are you in? And where are you bound? But I find you not. I search for you, high and low, I look up to the ceiling, and down to the floor. And I wonder, where you could be? And then, I realize, the cries that I hear, are coming, from within me!
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