Sad Sirens of Lost Children

The soft cries, the tears that trickle- see them fall off faces
Of the innocent- born into a ravaged world of hate and spite
Who shall teach these children what’s wrong from what’s right?

Babes crying out in discomfort and discontent- unaware of flames
That have burnt away all human and moral tolerance- left to burn
The turn of tides- the tricks of the time- leaving us all blind

Sad sirens- lullabies that can not give you the feeling of slumber
Hear the pain in the lyrics of sadistic sinners- the hypocrisy of people
Tattooed temples holding onto the new generation- born so innocent

The lost children who were born and never even found- is that fair?
Sad sirens fill the skies with the melodies of singing black roses
Thorns and treachery- cradling cribs and tucking newborns in to bed

They are the innocent- we are corrupters straying from soul makers
We were suppose to raise them strong, moral, aware and awake
Have we failed? This feeling in the gut we can no longer shake

Sad sirens of lost children- building castles in the soft sands
Watch as the walls crumble and cave- crooning simple serenades
Perhaps it wouldn’t be so hard if we had opened our eyes and prayed