Arms folded while they watch
They watch drops of crystal water stream down our sparkling eyes
They darken our tunnel of emotion and hinder our outburst of internal feelings
Their ears are deafened to our cries
Or do they pretend not to hear ?
Now i've turned the other way so they dont see and call me weak
I've turned the other way to conceal my weakness,to not be their prey
I've turned the other way so the wind can dry up the tears i refuse my hands to wipe
I turned the other way calling out to hope,i hope she can hear me
I rolled my eyes up facing the heaven
Because it holds all that trully care about me
I look up to the heavens but my eyes are still wet
Oh lord feed me with strength
The strength to carry my cross
Feed me with strength
For this too much for me to bear alone
The cries of little children born, neglected and abused
The cries of little children
Children so innocent and free
The cries of little children
Still their voices remain unheard
The cries of little children
When will their voices be heard ?
©hearmeout
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