Delilah Locklear Landrum
The Agony Of It All
When will it end, the suffering and pain,
The cries for help, O such little it's plain.
We do what we must, but is it all what we can, till we come-up
With a cure in somebodys' land.
They are only human and our fellowman.
Someone give us a miracle, they need a helping hand.
Now it's still out there, just waiting you see,
As we all stand helpless and begging...Please!
It has no preference, as we all plainly see,