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Pain and death out of my window,

Babies eyes crying filled with sorrow,

Mothers not home they feel all alone,

Daddies no where to be found just not around,

I cry fro teenagers on the street,

But for the food I can give they are too hungry to eat,

I lay down for awhile and see my baby cousin smile,

I'm tired of the crying and constant pain,

I'll walk walk from the window, it's starting to rain.