Pain

Everytime I hear the cries of the little ones, the ones that don't have voices yet, the ones that haven't found theirs yet, my heart breaks.

My heart breaks that they can't communicate, and tell us what's wrong. How their cry is so pitifull, so full of anguish.

It's sad, how they kick and scream and cry their hearts out, when all they're trying to tell us is that they are hungry.

And how some people can just ignore them, and let their children faint from the exhaustion of crying.

How am I to understand the cries of children?