I cry for the sick children who can't
run or play-
Who look out there windows to
just another day.
I cry for the lonely - they know
who they are-
And for that sad, lonely man crying
in a bar.
I cry for the homeless - sleeping out
in the cold-
And for the man who lost his wife-
No one to hold.
I cry for the Mother who's searching
for her child-
And for the disabled men and women
who's forgotten how to smile.
I cry for that lost soul who's missing
someone tonite-
And for the people on drugs - and
thinking its allright.
I cry for the hungry - the cold-
and the sad-
And for that little child who's just
lost his dad.
I cry for the people who are
struggling with pain-
For the hearts that are broken-
and going insane.
I cry for the babies who won't
be born tonite-
Because someone thought
abortion was right.
I cry for our country - the red , white
and blue-
For the soldiers who lost their lives
for me and for you.
I cry for the Sept. 11th horror that
brought us to our knees-
For the suffering and the hurting-
May God hear our pleas.



© Linda Hill 2002
A repost


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