A small star extinguished again
In the grave without a name
This is a place of untold stories
Where dreams got shattered in pieces
Here the innocent sleep
You hear their silent weep
The warmth of their mothers womb
Was exchanged into a cold tomb
Where there was once hope of a new day
Now their blood has been washed away
These poor souls did not get a voice
Deciding if death had been their choice
Rest in peace my little one, I am so sorry
Could I turn back time, I would do it in a heartbeat
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