Every night she holds her
And she just cries over her
Her little limp body so peaceful
So nieve
So unaware of weak her caretaker becomes
Every night once she's asleep
It's so hard to watch her cry
Because she knows wht it's like
To cry for something, someone
Who just isn't there
And to see the way that little girl breaks
Breaks her heart again and again
She lays her heaad on her shoulder
Only to shed tears behind her back
And she has no idea
What her caretakers tearss mean
Or why they've shown themselves
As she stops her crying to watch
She'll even wipe away her tears with her tiny fingers
After her own tears have been wiped away
But at the end of the day
After the crying has ceased
The young one can lay her head down
And sleep away the tears
But that's the difference between the two
She can sleep it off
And be fine in the morning
But I'm up all night
Crying
And my mourning,
And my morning,
Don't bring relief
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