Cry

You never thought
The sound of a baby cry
Would die,
Did you?

That the laugh
Of playing children
Would cease to be

Yet now the loss
It racks our lungs
The silence...
Death, sorrow, despair.

Gunshots
Fire at empty houses
People
Cowering like mouses
Grey balloon of poison
Fills the air

Through the violence and the sorrow
People think
'Whats the use in tomorrow?'
For some it will never come

But to this woman,
It does
A piercing cry, she fills the air
Paired with the stench of mourning everywhere
Oh, through the sadness
A babys cry,
A babys wail
No longer is there sadness,
'tis still.