A child cries
and his cries
bring cries to my mind.
Brings tears to my eyes
for the cries I've cried.
Brings mental painwith no gain
and no tool to beak the chain.
Brings winds
with no wins and
no scarf to keep warm and calm.
Brings friends
with no ends
and not much patience for the life patient.
Bring slides
with no sides
and the fear of falling and breaking a heart.
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