| A child dies and no one cries... | |
| Is
it they can not see, the child gone, the future that can not be |
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| How
dare the pray it was not them The prayers for them selves are what they send. |
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| No
words muttered for the soul that left The child's mother is all who wept. |
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| The day moves on... | |
| Echoes
of cries are heard in the night, When the light turns on, no one is in sight |
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| The
pain in the air makes too heavy to breathe No one who cares, is too much to conceive. |
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| The words on the page | ||
| The key to this cage | ||
| This fit of rage | ||
| And
still not a tear loss, not a tear shed This day is what I have learned to dread |
| The
child inside, the child above Always feels, but knows nothing of love. |
| Darkness,
emptiness, a silence that can be heard To think life holds meaning is completely absurd |
| Your
loss, my loss are one in the same From one beginning are from where we came. |
| The
child now cries, for it cannot bear To believe there really is no one who cares |
| The child shouts... | |
| The
future of life was to continue through me But without any souls, how can that be? |
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| Hush
hush the lullaby is sung The lies and deceit have now begun |
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| Salute
and goodbye to all of you who feel I am sorry to tell you nothing is real |
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| The
child faces the darkness only to see That sometimes it is the only way to truly be free. |
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Melt Magazine 2001
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