GONE

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THE SOUND OF DEATH
ALL SURROUND
THE TASTE OF GRIEF
BITTER STRONG

VACANT EYES
SO OLD AND WORN
BROKEN HEARTS
SO HURT AND TORN

LIGHT HAS FADED
DREAMS HAVE DIED
SOULS ARE JADED
MONSTERS RIDE

SHADES OF BLACK AND GREY
NO FLOWERS BLOOM
NO SUN SHINES DAY
NIGHT BUT NO MOON

THE TEARS THEY POUR
THE FUTURE LOST

NO CHANCES MORE

LIFE THE COST

WHERE HAVE THEY GONE

NO CHILDREN HERE

NIGHTMARE GIRPS LONG

LOST IN FEAR

YESTERDAY NEVER WAS

TOMORROW NEVER TO BE

TODAY JUST FUZZ

WITHOUT THE CHILDREN

NO ONE IS FREE

WHERE ARE THE CHILDREN

              Tracey D. L. Wrixon

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