Mother Cry
The yells , and the screams bring chills up my spine.
Last time she heard from her son was 10 in the morning.
Her love for him was unconditional .She never thought she would of got that call.
Her son getting shot in the chest.
Where his heart use to be and the love for her has died.
Her tears flow down her face like a waterfall.
The screams makes me jump and have me wondering Why ?
Her son getting murdered .She shed a thousand tears.
She yells and ask God Why ! Why my son ! She gets no answer
Listening to her cries makes your heart beat faster and faster.
As she look up at the sky he replied 'He's my son too' !
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