THE CHILDREN ARE WEEPING

The Support Of A Stranger In A Comforting Lie,

The Children Whose Memory I Can Never Let Die,

The Unanswered Questions That Made Me Feel Strange,

The Decision I Made To Survive And To Change.

These Are The Themes That Are Haunting My Mind,

I Was Dead Weeks Ago But I've Left That Behind,

Newborn And Naked I Wander These Streets,

And I Fear I May Suffer The Same Sad Defeats.

But The Children Will Follow Wherever I Go,

And Shed Tears For The Child That They Used To Know,

For All Children Grow Even When They Are Sleeping...

With These Hopes And Fears...

Lust, Pain, And Tears...

At Last I'm Alive...

And The Children Are Weeping.