PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008

The children weep for the bell,

In the cold dawn of hunger,

A lament that echoes thin,

While the world remains silent, nameless.

The anthem that should be of hope,

Turns into a discordant noise,

For the world, unprepared or fair,

Dismantles words in a mournful step.

Each note, a contained tear,

Each verse, an unheard cry,

And in the darkness of this parting,

The future seems a lost dream.

But even in the shadows of this song,

There is a flame that insists on shining,

And the children, with their weeping,

Remind us of what we need to change.

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