I hear silent screams throughout the land.
Screams echoing through corridors of shame, ripped out of their fleshly home in a vision of pain.
Love child never to be loved. Whirlwind sucked up and killed the dove.
Red blood dripping on a white sheet. Quenching another innocent heartbeat.
I hear silent screams throughout the land. Across sterilized floor agony does float.
Men performing infant death wearing pure white coats.
Two lovers touhing one is above.
Under banners of lust or was it love?
Love tale that never will unfold.
I ask "Who loves the little soul?"
I ask "Who loves the little soul?"