The child that cried

The pain never goes away as a child we cry and we see so Much Death and don't understand. We have are you do and live this child is always there no matter how old we are. He always wants so much. But the child cries when we are weak and we don't know how to deal with it. She died she died and that he's crying a body her body prone. We're always of honorable vulnerable to our past and our present. We are human we never let go of past even as a child we would know what we were but we forget as soon as adults. And the trial still cries