Never was there a pain Never was life so insane Never have we've been this way Should we try to change? Should we start to pray? Should we give of our selves? Our we ever going to find What is apart of life? The joys the troubles The love, the pain Never was their hope Until a child is borne Until a child is lost Until a child is found Now a child is lost Never was their fear Never was there a need Never were you and me Never how we can beBirth sign: Not entered
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