Some days are days of loss and great despair
When all alone, we miss our loved one.
And feel we cannot live with sorrow bare.
For even if for our own self we care.
Our little efforts are too soon undone
Some days are days of loss and great despair
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Why is life ,so often ,so unfair
For refugees who flee the savage bomb?
They feel they can’t endure sharp sorrow bare.
Paralysed, we freeze in our armchair
Waiting for the one who never comes
Some days are days of loss and great despair
And yet we change as our emotions flare
We feel as if we are no longer shunned
We accept with our good will this sorrow bare.
We look at refugees who are undone
By politicians evil,crazed and numb
Some days are days of loss and great despair
We feel we cannot live but yet we care.
