My children
I am in pain everyday,
My children been take away from my arms,
My daughter turn against me with rage,
I love my children always will be,
My tear fall down like rain,
Everyday I been thinking about them,
What they doing, how are they? What they look like?
My own mother has them, she refused speak to me,
She broke all promise to me,
I can't trust anyone
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