I felt sad for the barren
When i looked back to their problem
I wish i could render a solution
But am not the God who has the conclusion.
I craved to climb the wall and see
The narrow and deep path they feel
Then i noticed, it can't be fill
Because its very wide like a river and a sea
Being a barren is hard to bear
I think of it and busted into tears
To all your crisis i pray you all survive
So that yours goals will surely be revived
Having a kid is an amazing glory
Its even far better than building a story
Its a favor that cures one's worries
I pray the last comment from the people to you will never be sorry
Esinniobiwa Abass pen
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