We are the children,
In us is hope
Of a better t’morro
And s’thing more
I feel pain now,
Sorrow bellows low,
Lightening scars me,
Think there is more.
Buffeted by wind,
Desires assail me,
Passion in me,
Looms big and lo.
Darkness descends,
The silence cuts in,
Of tu’moro nothing,
Frissons engulf me.
Do u know u’ll?
What I feel?
The pain intense,
In my questions?
HELP!
