By C.S. Zeimet

In the sorrow of my heart

Let the woeful waters start

In the sorrow of this day

For the children I have pain.

As memories of their days

Of solemn paths – children’s ways

Amber laughing while they play

Who in heaven will not age.

In the fires of the heart

Let the healing waters start

In the sorrow of this day

Let me not forget their pain.

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