
I CRY
by Carlela
I cry for the babies, who has no food to eat,
brought into this world to suffer, and often beat
I cry for our children dropping out of school,
no one cared to teach them about the golden
rule.
I cry for the homeless sleeping in the street,
stop being selfish, offer them a piece of meat.
I cry for the gangs, killing to take control,
they've instilled inside a reaping, for their very
own soul.
I cry for the fathers who never stood to the
plate,
say hello to your children, it will never be too
late.
I cry seeing mothers put it all in her hand,
it's a cry of joy, she knew how to stand.
I cry for old folks being neglected and abused,
these are the same ones, that opened up doors
for you.
I cry observing families breaking up, fighting
everyday,
God didn't put us together, to act out this way.
I cry looking at young men wearing their
pants so low,
an open invitation, it's not the way to go.
I cry seeing young girls with their skirts
raised up high,
can't find true love, they don't understand why.
I cry for peace to let it begin,
soon this world will come to an end.
I cry knowing Jesus is coming this way,
He said it in the beginning, when He created
the day.
I cry to see love shared between many of you,
those are reasons why I cry, one day it will all
come true.
copywrited 2010
by Carlela
I cry for the babies, who has no food to eat,
brought into this world to suffer, and often beat
I cry for our children dropping out of school,
no one cared to teach them about the golden
rule.
I cry for the homeless sleeping in the street,
stop being selfish, offer them a piece of meat.
I cry for the gangs, killing to take control,
they've instilled inside a reaping, for their very
own soul.
I cry for the fathers who never stood to the
plate,
say hello to your children, it will never be too
late.
I cry seeing mothers put it all in her hand,
it's a cry of joy, she knew how to stand.
I cry for old folks being neglected and abused,
these are the same ones, that opened up doors
for you.
I cry observing families breaking up, fighting
everyday,
God didn't put us together, to act out this way.
I cry looking at young men wearing their
pants so low,
an open invitation, it's not the way to go.
I cry seeing young girls with their skirts
raised up high,
can't find true love, they don't understand why.
I cry for peace to let it begin,
soon this world will come to an end.
I cry knowing Jesus is coming this way,
He said it in the beginning, when He created
the day.
I cry to see love shared between many of you,
those are reasons why I cry, one day it will all
come true.
copywrited 2010
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