Cradle

It frightens me
That the children are crying out
And nobody is listening
Storing up
Their trauma for later days
With no clue what they're carrying
We've got to give them
Something to reach for
So they don't feel alone anymore
It frightens me
That the children are suffering
With no desire for rescuing

It worries me
That the children are growing old
Succumbing to their dismay
What can we do
But try and outline the way
Despite being far away
We've got to give them
Something to build on
A glimpse of hope
For life hereupon
It worries me
That the children have lost themselves
In the numerous games they play



Credits
Writer(s): Alain Robert Yelle
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