The tortured souls
Who lived in pain,
Remember their suffering;
Remember their names
In silent torment,
They lived their lives;
Their bodies still,
In the earth they lie
When the lights are off
In the quiet night,
It is then I cry
And remember their plight
It’s your will and essence
That it takes from you;
There is perpetual darkness,
Though the skies are blue
Who will cry for us when we are gone?
For our bodies are tired,
And our souls are worn;
Still we live our lives
And we carry on;
Still the nights are sleepless,
And the days are long;
The misery and illness,
It takes its toll;
My heart longs for warmth,
But the world is cold.
