June 16th, 2004
In the storm of suffering the children cry
And there is no one around to comply
Scared not knowing what to do
The children cry a tear or two
Lost in the storm
With no life in form
What is right? What is wrong?
No one around to love them strong
No one around to love
No one around to shove
As the children started to die
Only the angels thought to comply
No one was there
No one could care
As the storm of suffering came to an end
The children grew love to mend