Hear them
Those cries
Desperation in her voice
A soul saddened by time
Clinging to her last hope
For these will be her last cries.
But rejoice!
For her child comes near
Her child will send cires of it's own
His first breaths
Cries, thought, more cires
Through the village
Hearing the cries of the baby
Cries, for the mother is dead
Cries, for the father is dead
Cries for the orphan
So cry,
You're welcome to
Cry yourself to sleep
And cry for the child
Cry, cry, cry
And listen for the cires
In the middle of the night
 Inspiration Staff · Mon Jan 19, 2009 @ 04:39pm · 1 Comments |
