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This poem is about the tirals and tribulation's of those who constantly suffer. |
| I cry when you are lonely, And I also feel your pain, But I try to make you happy, Even though "it's all in vain" I feel that I was chosen, Just to feel the pain of other's, For they are all to me,Oh Lord, Like my sister's or my brother's. I feel sad when other's suffer, And my suffering is alway's real, So much pain in this world, Can't explain the way I feel. All my tears I can't handle, My emotions running wild, And I think that I'm alone, Cause I feel just like a child. If my tears can save lives, I'm willing to cry each day, So that everyone is saved, In this World of our's today. |