Who Hears Them?
Who hears them?
The ones that cry out,
Broken hearts that live on
Whom are always filled with doubt.
Who hears them?
The ones that lie and bleed,
Left behind in the darkness
Taken by hearts, filled with greed.
Who hears them?
The ones that go through hunger,
Walking the streets, utterly lost
Robbed by every day mongers.
Who hears them?
The ones that lay in the graves,
Lives taken, much too early
Lived day by day, depraved.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Aug.21/2006
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