Help Them, Their Scared

When I read,
their tearful words appear to echo in my mind.

When I listen softly,
Their desperation clings to my soul.

When I ponder,
Their fate may rest with my words.

When I ask,
Their replies are solemn and sad.

When I pray,
Their lives brighten and hearts heal.

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