I sing now a song for the widow and her daugters..for their suffering and pain, in the night they where slaugterd.

I crie out this song for those who have died.. for those who are in mourning every day and every night.

And to the hungry and poor the forgotton and lost..the bleeding and sick their lives pay the cost..

To the little boy hiding away from the wispers and screams..beaten and broken alone in his dreams.

Now for the girl by the window with her black hair and tears..afraid to go home and faceing her fears..

to be continued