Grave For a Cradle
Such a sad day
When you have to say
What you think that you are not able
When a person has lost
Something more than the cost
Of having to make a grave for a cradle
Lovely distaste
But it all goes to waste
They talk because they are all so anal
Mouths open like pits
For they can't imagine it
That there would be a grave for a cradle
Fortunes ensure
that they are obscure
And feast on the wealth of the fatal
The entire town
Gathers around
To see there's a grave for a cradle
Silence is bound
Whilst they come around
To know that life escaped from the natal
You still hear the cry
That will never die
Buried in the grave for a cradle
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