I watch them cry,
the ones I care for,
The ones who are not yet able to accept the dark after sunset.
They know not why they cry but I watch...
I can't wipe their tears, not with these white gloves.
For they do not understand, the dirt their tears carry.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 10:48 AM UTC
I watch them cry,
the ones I care for,
The ones who are not yet able to accept the dark after sunset.
They know not why they cry but I watch...
I can't wipe their tears, not with these white gloves.
For they do not understand, the dirt their tears carry.
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