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The Great Unknowns

By Cwm

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How many death's wait tomorrow? How many families, will suffer with sorrow? How many people will feel pain, that they have to feel again? Where is the hate spreading? Or where is that child getting neglecting? Will the little boy find my mother? Will he reunite with the others? Where is that unknown,love of mine? Who will love me, through this endless time? Will father look at me, and see a man of honor, that he sees? The great unknowns,I can't see, relax, and let life run, and let it be. Unknown, life full of plight, disturbing today, and tomorrow as I sleep at night. ~CWMQuestioning my future, and ours, noone knows, where death lies. ~CWM Written March 11th, 2002 © on Mar 11 2002 12:19 PM PST   18 • 0 • 10

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