I cry for the tearless and
helpless.

I cry for the children sacrificed
to the fire of hell.

I cry for the safety, faith, and
HOPE lost.

I cry for the dead and the
living.

I cry for the separations, fathers
and mothers, parents and children.

I cry for the starved, bony, and
diseased.

I cry for faith and freedom,
both lost in the war.

I cry for the lines in which
the souls of the dead stand.

I cry for the ashes in the sky,
to breath in a loved one.

I cry for my soul and my heart
now broken and stolen.

I cry for the war between
the innocent and the racial.

I cry because no one showed
mercy or forgiveness.

I cry because I have nothing
left.

I cry because that all that left to do.