'Forgotten'"In a dark and cold room I'm crouchingMore Like This
and mutter "do you call me again?" with a feeble voice
Do you still remember the moment
When you met me first?
I was not formed to speak words
But I do have this singing voice
so, please, give me singing lessons, I'll do my best
"I shouldn't have met you 'cause I'm so sad..."
I'm thinking of the future that I was looking at with you that day...
I want to send this voice and my melody to you,
but I can't sing my heart anymore
You don't open the door of this room yet
I mutter, "do you come tomorrow or never?"
and the drops of tears run down my cheeks...
I never forget the smile you made
when you heard my singing voice
I don't have a real body
But I do have this feeling heart
so, don't leave me alone, give me your sounds
"I shouldn't have been born 'cause I'm so lonely..."
The feeling of meeting you first is pouring over with tears
I want to sing that song and the sincere heart to you
that memory still remains within me
Isn't there any future for me
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Hundreds of children yelling, screaming.
Horrified wails that deafen you.
The fear is tangible,
So thick you can’t breathe,
The shame of a thousand souls.
And then, midst the howling,
A faint cry of hope,
A baby that has not yet fallen.
A child that hasn’t been tainted,
And the evil seems to be gone.
Then a cry from the child.
His voice joins the torment.
Screaming. All hope is gone.
When I hear your lovely laugh,
And gaze in your beautiful eyes,
I long to feel the warmth of your touch,
And light your face with a smile.
I make a joke, you laugh, you smile.
My heart is filled with joy.
The color in your velvet cheeks
Paints my heart with love.
But my heart overflows,
As you laugh and laugh.
My heart breaks, and the love
Runs down my cheeks
Into my trembling hands.
And you laugh.
A smile, a wink,
A giggle, a laugh,
Then you glare me down,
Cut my heart in half.
The tears cannot clean
The cut that you made.
The sorrow can't fill
The hole in my so