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A
child dies and no one cries... |
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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... |
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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. |
The
words on the page |
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The
key to this cage |
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This
fit of rage |
And
still not a tear loss, not a tear shed
This day is what I have learned to dread
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The
child inside, the child above
Always feels, but knows nothing of love.
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Darkness,
emptiness, a silence that can be heard
To think life holds meaning is completely absurd
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Your
loss, my loss are one in the same
From one beginning are from where we came.
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The
child now cries, for it cannot bear
To believe there really is no one who cares |
The
child shouts... |
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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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