The Children

The wind has stories it needs to tell

The children has secrets that needs to come out

The blood from the body that holds the last remains of life

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Death has come and now it's gone

It's whispers remain and lingers over the children

They haunt them

They tease them

Make them cry every night

They want to tell

They want it to all stop

But fear won't let them

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The children seem to be next on the list

A list of death

A list of pain

A list of lost hope and all to come

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But by the grace of God

He helps the children

Let them be free

To take them back

Because they did nothing wrong

So they wonder around up in the clouds

Playing 'Tag', singing songs---

Finally seeing the person they have killed........