Hungry For Love
Alone and lost, the hearts of small innocent children.
Pain lay in thier tear-filled eyes.
What did they ever do to deserve this?
Cruel was the man who abused them,
Cold was his heart, and bullied was his mind.
Would they ever find a way out?
Screaming for help, swimming in the hatred,
Drowning was there hearts in the cruel and blame.
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