Forsaken.

This is a work in progress. It doesn't feel finished... Perhaps if I paste it on here, I'll be inundated with some constructive criticism.

Or maybe one of Madonna's people will find it, and turn it into a disco song.

I'd rather just some criticism!!

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In the blackest of night the hand of death grows,
To spread terror in the hearts of those lost in sorrow.
Heeding deaths call,
They'll fall to their knees,
Awaiting the release that only death brings.

For only in sorrow do our children seek,
A connection that bonds the strong with the weak.
And together they search for death with their own hands,
Life is forsaken again.

The calling of mothers echo the deep,
For their dead children lain deaf in their sleep.
The silence of fathers troubled by dreams,
Whose words are silenced by the deafening screams,
The pleas of their babies "Daddy, please save me!"

For in their grief our children weep,
Tears of great sadness and rage and defeat.
And unwilling to understand the fears of the young,
Great tragedy will be done.

Can't you hear their sadness?
Can't you see their tears?
The call is getting louder
Death is calling...
Why won't you understand?
The terror in their hearts.
And now its all too late,
They're now lost in the dark...

For its in their sorrow our children seek,
A connection that bonds the strong with the weak.
And together they search for death with their own hands,
Life is forsaken again