Cries of the Silent
He'll be out of his misery soon
There it is
The only thing I want to see
A smile
A beacon of hope come through the door
My little girl comes
but
No one will listen
My howls and whines are becoming weaker
Once loved and now forgotten
Never given a second chance
He'll always wonder where he went wrong
Did I not love them enough?
Why would they leave me?
There they are looking at me
And then they leave
Without another word
(Now read backwards)
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