A child is known by his doings.
Whether they are pure or right.
They are known.
Now, at heaven's door stands twenty six children's of the world.
Just as innocent then could be.
We won't see their hope.
Let alone their dreams.
We, can only say, only if ,they had a chance to enjoy life a little more.
Now, they standing at heaven's door.
While their parents continously mourn.
Gone is the joyfulness of the day they was born.
After the tears are shed.
And the pain is expressed.
We will try to figure out this mess.
Within this mess.
Was an adult.
Whom were also a victim of her own child's distress.
Yes, things are done for a reason.
Many can't be explained.
Except, at heaven's door you'll find the Lord ready to accept his angels.
Blessed are those that admire life.
Blessed are those that understands love.
We will never be able to understand death.
When it involves many, who were innocent.
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 9:41 AM UTC
A child is known by his doings.
Whether they are pure or right.
They are known.
Now, at heaven's door stands twenty six children's of the world.
Just as innocent then could be.
We won't see their hope.
Let alone their dreams.
We, can only say, only if ,they had a chance to enjoy life a little more.
Now, they standing at heaven's door.
While their parents continously mourn.
Gone is the joyfulness of the day they was born.
After the tears are shed.
And the pain is expressed.
We will try to figure out this mess.
Within this mess.
Was an adult.
Whom were also a victim of her own child's distress.
Yes, things are done for a reason.
Many can't be explained.
Except, at heaven's door you'll find the Lord ready to accept his angels.
Blessed are those that admire life.
Blessed are those that understands love.
We will never be able to understand death.
When it involves many, who were innocent.
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