I cry
For my children who are now cold
I cry.
From my heart I should sing
but I cry
For my children now have angel wings
but yet I cry.
Can nothing dry my tears
as I cry
I should not listen to my fear
but yet I cry.
I should be happy and gay
but yet I cry
I dream of the day my children and I shall play
but yet I cry
And until the day I see them
I cry
Until the day I am with then in heaven's rim
I cry.
Lanaia Lee 2003
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