Hopewell Jct, New York, USA
A haunting tune from the room next to mine;
Once it may have been wistful;
Now it's empty.
The innocence of children who can do no harm;
Playing with dolls,
Drawing pictures on napkins;
Why must they learn,
The beauty in their eyes once so bright;
I guess we all should know of hatred
Apathy, murder, and greed.
But why must it dull the hope in their eyes?
The haunting tune goes on.
"They sing the stories of the present, of people trapped in a shadow world" ~Charlotte Seley~