Prayer sometimes isn't enough
Ground and battered
The days grow rough
They rip our wings
from our backs
Forbidden to sing
Finding no sun, the days lack
Death snuck up behind the child
Decaying and rotting while still alive
Hungers fingers taunt and tease
Their home was plagued by disease
Skeletons roamed the grounds
Crying children all around
Drink from the hands of TheMother
But it poisons their small bodies
Big eyes stained by famine
Stare into mine
Oh sweet child
So carefully pick her up
I knew she was dying
And I fought back crying
I held her in my arms
This life was only harm
We lived in hell
Dying in the arms of Mother Nature
Will we survive?
Or will we die