This heart I hold in my hands
So young and so afraid
Paying for the mistakes I made
I know with each tear he cries
A part of him slowly dies
All hope is left behind
He has his needs and his dreams
But in his eyes the despair screams
Haunted by nightmares of death and loss
What can I do to help you through?
It may be of no use but I love you
And pray you reach the day you understand
The author
Nazira F. Vania

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