I Worry For Them

In the quiet of night I worry for them. They are sleepless children, trapped and unsafe, waiting, hoping that one day, they will come first. Night turns to day turns to night. Time disappears. The flight of the soul is prevalent, and we must fight to insure they are protected.

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