The falling moon,
Dark Sky's,
filling minds with wonder.
A little building,
with little children,
devoured in blackness
A scared mind,
A settled soul,
Heaped over in the corner,
terrified in whats to come in the darkness of the night.
No love's found in the child,
His soul is very empty,
A hearts pounding rapidly,
yet no breathing.
A single soul can help him out.
Give him a helping hand,
showing some love,
Reaching to his heart to show that someone cares.
Lift the spirit with a voice
Allowing him to leave the Conner of darkness and despair.
