A CHILD
In a room you hear a cry, a child is asking daddy why
Mommy watches with nothing to say
Daddy stops and says go play.
If she tells will they listen, tears trickle down her little eyes glisten.
Who does she tell where does she turn?
Everyone looks the other way its not their concern.
Mommy watches with nothing to say
Daddy stops and says go play.
If she tells will they listen, tears trickle down her little eyes glisten.
Who does she tell where does she turn?
Everyone looks the other way its not their concern.
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