As Children Cry

I sit and watch
Day after day
I sit and watch
So silently
Yet in despair
It makes me weak
That all we do is speak
As children cry
They are ill
They suffer
From starvation they die
As children cry
They’re cold
They’re hungry
From poverty they die
Won’t somebody see?
Tears that fill those beautiful eyes
Wont somebody feel?
The weight on those delicate shoulders
The sadness in those weak hearts

To the girl I saw, the girl who died. it makes me feel better that you’re in a better place now..