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.
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