Hope lies within the future

Upon the edge of a forest so green,
Lays this little weeping girl, yet nobody has seen,
Her tears slither along her cheek so fair.
Though there was no one with whom she could share,
The amount of pain that laid her soul bare.

Upon the edge of a shore so white,
Sits this little crying boy, who lost his fight.
He tried to protect his mother from fate,
Though she told him he could not beat this create.
Now he would simply remember this sickening date.

Upon the edge of a sea so cobalt,
Rest these little howling lass, her tears so salt.
She was wishing that she did not have to go further.
Though she was condemned of a murder,
She praised to the Lord to stay her herder.

Upon the edge of a cliff so high,
Stands this little sobbing kid, wishing he could fly,
His tiny bloodshed fists cramped in final defeat.
Though the big red marks were still flaming of heat,
He couldn't yet believe it would be so concrete.

Let's pray together, little children of the lost,
That the memories of these moments are frost,
But that they will never be our final chapter.
We are all abandoned, every one of us unsaid.
Just believe, little children under the big one's scepter,
That we will rule once they are dead.