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Gentle friends gather some where between A tear and Anger As we march like silent thunder Into cloudy hill tops higher To free the minds of forgotten children While lifting mist from their future Children burned by the fires Of societies scorn They are rejected and rejected For does anyone know When someone last said I love you Johnny or jenny or James So together we march To mark an awareness in God Good moods are blown Through life saying Trust in God Trust in existence   But they are as weak As houses made of Flaky straw In a world full of hungry  Wolves So me and my friends together march For Becki and Debbie Who's parents cancelled Christmas On Christmas morning Or Rachel's lost innocence FOR I ASK GOD    Do you even know their name    Even know they live    This  shame  needs a home For I ask anyone If you see God Please tell him about the children Who live betrayed in the Shadows of existence In the mean time me and my friends Will march to higher states on Snowdon Some where between a tear and anger
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC
SNOWDON
Gentle friends gather some where between A tear and Anger As we march like silent thunder Into cloudy hill tops higher To free the minds of forgotten children While lifting mist from their future Children burned by the fires Of societies scorn They are rejected and rejected For does anyone know When someone last said I love you Johnny or jenny or James So together we march To mark an awareness in God Good moods are blown Through life saying Trust in God Trust in existence   But they are as weak As houses made of Flaky straw In a world full of hungry  Wolves So me and my friends together march For Becki and Debbie Who's parents cancelled Christmas On Christmas morning Or Rachel's lost innocence FOR I ASK GOD    Do you even know their name    Even know they live    This  shame  needs a home For I ask anyone If you see God Please tell him about the children Who live betrayed in the Shadows of existence In the mean time me and my friends Will march to higher states on Snowdon Some where between a tear and anger
This was written after taking part in a fundraising project to place meditation into referral schools to help troubled children and give them a second chance .
#god#children#charity
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adam-childs
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC
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