Cry O child an give thy tears
Weep to thy God an have no fear
Alone and lost with no where to go
You sit in the dark, only sorrow you know
Knowing no family or the feel of love
His only companion is a lost injured dove
So tears dwell in the little ones eye
As he stares at the stars that dwell in our sky
An tho we all hope his tale ends well
Above looks his parents only wishing to tell
Tell their son that he was onced loved
An how sorry they are that they wait up above
An as I write this poem be honest to yourself
If you walked past this child would you offer him help
An this his how I must finish my tale
It's up to you for blessings to prevail
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