No one here no one hears
The cry of children or wipes their tears

All the angels are gone
All that is left are children who mourn

Lives have passed
No eyes to see them
Lights that fade
As so do children

Time means nothing
In the darkest of hours
When beasts come out
And the truth becomes ours

Now I too will fall asleep
Tears of mine are on the sheets
Now I too will chose to die
For death is where true freedom lies