The little boy behind the bars was weeping copiously, his tears hot with despair.

A boy wept silent tears the night before he was sent from his family to a monastery.

The boy had turned his face into the wall and was weeping uncontrollably.

The boy wept, pointed, and tried to form words.

The boy sat down in the thin snow and wept.

And when the boy only wept, she pressed, "Was it a foul dream?"

The boy wept with pain and shock for a moment.

Both boys were weeping now, and so was their mother.

The boy wailed and wept; but he could not escape from his father.

The small boy put his thin arms across his face and wept again.