Cry

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Cry my little friend, cry.

Your mother will rock you, your father will protect you.

Cry for all those, who cry through their tiny souls,

Who cry from no love,

Who are so weak, malnourished and cold,

Whose cries are tearless and soundless.

Cry my little friend, cry.

Cry for the future, your future.

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Writing for the love of it. Francis Thaddeus Ray is a pseudonym. Born with itchy feet & too much curiosity. Traveled the world, from Afghanistan to Zimbabwe.

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