Sick Children
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One cloudy morning before the millennium, I was in the back yard watching my little son,
I Didn’t know Cuz she hadn’t told me yet, She didn’t know it was a day that I wouldn’t forget,
Silent tears stream down my face
Forced by pain they flow freely
The pain of life, friends, family
Pains of abandonment, poverty, hardships, failures
