The Silent Cry
Unborn beings are something beautiful that should one day be seen,
Humans formed in secret are precious living things, but here we save trees
Billions of cries are muffled by societies lies of “It is nothing, it is not even alive”
If only the world would open their ears and hear the beautiful and precious cries
But instead we turn our heads, save the trees, and become deaf to the silent cries
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