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Cruel World
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Azra, Azra,Wake up Azra.Wake up Azra,It is time to go.Go where you mustBut hate to do so.Azra, it hurts me to say,But you are the way.Wake up Azra,You have to go.
Azra, Azra,You are made of gold,But the gold, I cannot hold.
Wake up Azra, you must go.I know Azra,The world is cruel world.This world is not yours or mine.This world is not the oneWe want to be.This world is notFor you or me.
Azra, my little girl,Your magical power,Your ocean blues eyes,Your smile of innocence,Your body like a bud of roseIs what will save us all?It is your sweet innocence Azra,That our lives depend on.
I know Azra it is not fare.I know Azra it is too muchFor you to bare.But you see Azra,I do deeply care.For I love you more than youWill ever know.
It is you AzraThat will save us all.Wake up AzraFor you have to go.
Oh Mother, must I,Must I really go?Oh Mother, don't you know,I am only five years old.Oh Mother, can't you seeMy body aches.Oh Mother, can't you hear the screams-The screams of my soul.Oh Mother, must I really go?
Azra, Azra, my heart aches for you.Azra I would love toInstead of you, go.You see my childThey do not want me.They say I am too old, andThey want a little girl like you,In their arms to hold.
Zora Teofilovic
