Silent tear dropped
in morbid pupil it shined
A morning mother cried
Her child lied on her arms
in morbid pupil it shined
A morning mother cried
Her child lied on her arms
Floating....Floating....
Would it be better to crowl
In a corner, a sad shadowy form
Echoes a moom deep in the soul
Darkness thicken the mist babbles
In the somber night that coldly comes
CROWL....CROWL..
Would it be better to know how to fly
A deep moom out of the chest
Tears cutting the face
What is god, this dark mistery
That with his power, damned the world?
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