There’s a grieve that can’t be spoken
There’re people who are dead and gone
In the middle of tragedy I came
With a deep silent pain
I recall a complete strain
Here we played in every corner
Here we laughed like a drain
Here we cried out hard
And swore to never get apart
Here we played our much loved game
Here we spoke about our future
And our future never came
Empty streets and empty houses
Empty schools and empty yards
That’s my neighbor and that’s my friend
Never thought his life would end
That’s my toy over there
Here’s my bed here’s my chair
All have left in despair
All are dead
last words unsaid
No more pain and no more fear
No more fights or regret my dear
No more dreams we can share
No more sorrow I can bear
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