And she screams:
But who will hear
The sobs of lonely mothers,
When everyone is too busy
With the concerns of others?
sigh sob sigh cry;
Is this what we are left with
When we fall to the ground to die?
There is nothing more to hear

And she screams:
But who will notice
The blood upon the floor,
When the sight is hidden
By the light from underneath the door?
Bright light bright red;
Is this all we are left with
When everything has been said?
There is nothing more to see

And she screams:
But who will care
That she is all alone,
When all we see
Are the seeds of hatred sown?
hate love hate pain
Is this what we are left with
The cold, the lost, the sane?
There is nothing more to feel