0-Rollie-0

I do not feel sorry for the child, who has been robbed of their happiness. Those who cut and bleed because they have seen better days. Broken hearts and black lipped smiles. Drink to forget. Forget to drink and be sad. Those who smile every once in a while. They are just like the rest of us. I cry for the child who knows nothing else but pain. Who has never seen a happy day. Who was born an raised to screaming voices. Black burses and rattled bones No shamed faces. Who lives life this way. Why is happiness being beaten, One less time a day. Oh mercy be. Let the children free. I cry mercy be, I cry. For the child who thin