It’s a constant war,
It’s a constant tug and fight;
I keep hearing babies bawling
morning, noon and night;
All I hear is bawling, bawling, bawling;
All I hear is crying, crying, crying;
Tears and more tears
But no one seems to care.
My heart is heavy
To hear the crying and see the tears
I pray Lord Jesus
Bring some happiness for your children here.
Copyright © 2015, Denise N. Fyffe
About the writer:
Poetess Denise N. Fyffe has worked in Information Technology positions for fifteen years. She is also a trained counselor and teacher. Meeting the challenges of the recession head on, she transitioned into being a freelance writer.
She has published many books of including
Denise N. Fyffe 
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Its a constant war,
Its a constant tug and fight;
I keep here babies bawling
morning, noon and night;
All I here is bawling, bawling, bawling;
All I here is crying, crying, crying;
Tears and more tears
But no one seems to care.
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