You wipe no tears
Though children are sad
Your task is just
To bring the d**h
I saw you enter
Someone's room
I saw you enter
Bring your sense
A kind of doom
A person bleeds
The body so small to eat
Children standing
Round the scene
They never will
Their brains go clean
You look around
Now hear
They sing your song
A view up and down
Children standing round
No time can relieve the pain
The tears are lost in brains