The children weep for spring again

Blanketed by winter’s sorrow

Suffering within cruel Mother’s den

 

Recollecting memories of then

Sprout hope for poor nature to borrow

The children weep for spring again

 

In wait, they lie with a burdening sin

Glimmering eyes praying for tomorrow

Suffering within cruel Mother’s den

 

With spirits questioning “why” and “when”

Their joy and glee begin to burrow

The children weep for spring again

 

A cruel chill starts to approach

How pathetic is the Sun, oh

Suffering within cruel Mother’s den

 

What cruel torture does lie in what she can

Achieve within winter’s crippling sorrow

The children weep for spring again

Suffering within cruel Mother’s den

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