I grieve.
For those without a voice.
or those without a choice.
Those see, who just want to be free.

For the people all alone,
For those without homes.
For all the cats who are strays.
They have nobody to play.
I grieve.
That I can't do more.
A thing so hard for me see, to ignore.

For the children who are poor
All the things they can't ignore.
and all they must endure.
For the children whose parents cry
and they don't know why
for the children who scream
for those who dream

For those with jobs three
just trying to make it through
and wondering what more can they do.
Those work all day for little pay.
And those who work all night, no end in sight.

I grieve for you all.

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