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The children cry in the night;

Out of sight, but I feel them.

I find them in my dreams,

Hug them close to comfort.

They tell me many things

And the tears come down.

All lost in this bitter world

That’s been unfairly made

For these children…..

They all cling to me for

Survival

Strength

Security…..

I will carry them all with me,

To the top of the world.

Scream for attention

That needs to be gained

For these children…..

Truth will be known

And the whole world will cry,

But for now the children hide

Come to me in my dreams

Stay close to me and I

Take away their

Fears

Pain

Tears…..

For an instant,

But then the dreams disappear

Like a fog in the morning light.

That’s when we must wake up

And learn of more hate,

Suffer in silence,

Just like the others.