In the days when children sung, In the heart claimed, shattered
sun, You were right in telling them. Where they were beneath the
snow.
Space call God right now, Let them be judged upon, What
they’ve done to him my son, In the snow before the sun,
Please God right now,
Please God right now
If they could only say all the things they saw, would they?
They were only boys, With time I create, invest — investigate puzzle
solved belated.
Which one killed my boy? My question to the
incriminating convoy, I want death & blood for my sons, In the curse
that warms the sun.