Brokenness, Perspective, Sorrow, Tears

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Trails of them Tears run Flowing unchecked down well-worn furrows Staining the strongest Bringing lower the lowest Mothers, daughters, fathers and sons Great rivers of sorrow No escape from the darkness Alone in the suffering Does anyone see? Does anyone care? Hands folded, knees bowed low Oh God rescue us, rescue us... An unexpected hand,… Continue reading Unchecked