Ive cried for the child who has no home,
hes alone and barefoot, cold
and left to roam.
Ive cried for the hungry man on the street,
all he wants is a home,
and something to eat.
Ive cried for my cousin,
now buried in the ground,
this world he lost,
but Jesus he found.
Ive cried for sickness in children,
and the disease,
because i looked beyond their optimistic smiles,
and their eagerness to please.
Ive cried for the poor, the forgotten, the blind,
and you may think im selfish,
but something crosses my mind.
Who will cry for my broken-heart?
Who will look past my smile?
Who will step forward and tak charge,
to make my days worthwile?
Who will open their eyes to see?
Tell me...who will cry for me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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