The cry of the dead
why can i be me?
why i got to be like him
what top of world is this
you can not say what you feel
too many blood
too many deft
many is loseing there life every day and night
cause they are fighting for there right
what going to heppend to my kids?
do they have a futer?
or are they living there it?
what is my answer
to a broking heart
cause my eye is geting red my shirt is geting wet
cause the pain never same to stopevery day and night my eye is runing tear
do i have a dream
or am i living my dream
is this going to end or is this a start to a life of pain
i can same to smile
why do i have to liv this life
should i kill myself or am i going to get help
you going to witch me die or you going to save my life
before i die this is what i got to say to the world save the children of the world
cause they are the dream.
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