I walk along the path to where I need to be, I hear a tiny cry, going pass me. I listen again, as what I need to hear a silent cry, that’s reaches to my ears. As I listen again as to what I need to hear,the silent cries are in the air, are coming from there to here. There are so common as you may know, but people don’t listen, to what they need to know. The silent cries are every where, don’t just stand there just listen. The cries are not just for me and you, they are from the very old, and the unborn too. The unheard tears, that we can’t hear, its the silent ones you fear.
We are mothers strong and true,we love our kids no matter what they do,we stand by them through thick and thin,even tho we don’t win. When there in trubble give a shout we jump in with out a doubt,though there heart ache and pain we surport them with no shame. As we guild them through there lifes I wonder how they can survive. Love and sorrow we can share,we surport them any where,strenth to strenth we can trust we love our kids its a must. A mother is your best friend she loves you so much,she looks after you with a gentle touch. A mother is for life no matter how old you are,when you ever you need us no matter how far. In these hands with a cheer,than you mother dear
The house that weeps is sad and lost , no one loved it , but at what cost , it turns to dust , piece by piece , the once loved home as we left , the house that weeps is no more , the house that weeps fall to the floor .
No more laughter , but only tears , the house that weeps cries for years , it needs love ,to be strong , the house that weeps ,will sing it song .
It needs a family ,to fill it with love , the house that weeps , will shine above , the house that weeps , cries no more , it’s a home again for ever more .
There’s so many stories which you can read , come and find me and your successed , all kinds that you will find a different tale to help you unwind, have a look and you will see a world of imagination for us to read 😀
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