Don't cry for the children

who walk upon broken glass

swim in the oceans of confusion

are humiliated for unrespected passions

poisoned with the fruits of evil

perished in the fires of hollow hearts

dropped from the towers of humans

and born from shaky hands.

Cry for what you call yourself,

if you can't seem to care.



Don't cry for the children

who bleed in the war of trust

sip from the rivers of death

walk in the shadows of shivers

play the strings of sadness

ask from an unforgiving God

dream stolen memories

and turn over frozen leaves.

Cry for what you call yourself,

if you can't change their destiny.