A MOTHER’S TEARS

There is no greater pain

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Than the loss of a child

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An innocent being

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Brought into the world;

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Conceived for a purpose,

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And born to bring light,

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To shine aglow,

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And to bring joy to every mortal

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That walks the earth

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A child born to bloom;

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Like a flamboyant

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Standing in the meadow

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And the red roses

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Standing in the sun

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But soon taken away

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From the world,

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And snatched from the nest of its mother,

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A mother so longed

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To be blessed,

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And her prayers be heard

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From the heavens

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Her heart is broken

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Her tears worsened

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From the pain,

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As they go wetting the ground

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Like a flowing river,

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And a running stream

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Bound to flow

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And shall it continue to be

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Or her heart be healed

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From her aching loss.

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