I Cry

I cry. I cry for the young child whose mother died giving birth.

I cry. I cry for all of the young hungry children in Ethiopia.

I cry.  I cry for the men sent off to war and die killing people they don't know.

I cry. I cry for the son who never got the chance to know his father.

I cry.  I cry for the old, the decrepit, the sickly and the homeless.

I cry.  I cry for a world that could do better, but choose daily not to.

I cry. I cray for the people who have been given so much, but shares none of it.

I cry.  I cry for drug addict that can never ever duplicate his high no matter how hard he tries.

I cry.  I cry for being born in a time that man has turned away from an almighty God.

I cry.  I cry because I am so helpless to change the things around me.

I cry.  I cry because instead of getting better, life seems to be getting worse.

Weeping.  Weeping for a life that could have been better, if we all had just known!