Our cries are silent.
Our tears run red.
Listen for the words,
That are not said.
Our wounds run deep.
Our fears well hid.
Look for the signs,
Our veiled grievances bid.
Our tears run red.
Listen for the words,
That are not said.
Our wounds run deep.
Our fears well hid.
Look for the signs,
Our veiled grievances bid.
~Schledia Benefield~
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