[M@sTeR-MinD]

When all tears run like streams
To the river of blood
Joining all the extremes
Of grief joined in this flood

When this water is still
Similar in its heat
Only sorrow will spill
Happiness incomplete

And when all children cry
No voice has out spoken
And no one asking “why”
What lake of emotion?

When all the clouds shall rain
With their grief and sorrow
Shedding all of their pain
From time till tomorrow

When it evaporates
Its fossils will not leave
As they open the gates
Of tragedy and grieve

A cycle not yet done
It continues over
With the moon and the sun
Until life is over