CRY FOR JOY

Every day i wake up i here
there voice
cry, they tell me
what happened
the day that they died,
they traveld alone
all by there self,
when death had came
no one could help,
the pain was deep like
a wound from a knife,
though god had gave them
both good lifes,
they tryed to run when
they got chased, but they
fell in something they
could not face, the day the wicked
took there life
they went through pain
and suffered from strife
all i could here was
there cry for joy
a lost young lady and
a troubled young boy ........