Walking along my path,
Bloodied bodies hang,
Slit wrists and ropes,
Stories painfully sang.
I fall under the weeping tree,
Raining tears on my head,
I sit and I stare,
At the children who have bled.
Hanging bodies, lifeless,
Screaming silently,
Each person hanging there,
Tells a story to me.
I cry for each of them,
50 million tears I cry,
None deserved all the pain,
None deserved to die.
Ashley was just 13,
When she was raped,
Now she hangs in sorrow,
The pain she could not take.
Benjamin slit his wrists,
He missed his girlfriend so,
He could not take the pain,
So he decided to go.
Elizabeth couldn't stand it,
She had to go away,
Couldn't take her moms beatings,
So she took her life one day.
So the blood still drips,
As the bodies lay and hang,
So cold and so stiff,
Stories painfully sang. |
