منتديات عاشق لبنان - عرض المشاركة وحيدة

Wasiim_Beirut · 07-20-2006

Children who die are not really gone
But go to a place that is something like home
Where they sleep the deep sleep, as quiet as stone
Until we can join them when our lives are done

Children who die are not really dead
But just like good children tucked into bed
Wait the long wait while we go ahead
Till our tales are all told and our tears are all shed

Children who die feel no pleasure or pain
In the place where they wait till they see us again
And all of us dance in a world washed with rain
Where the sun shines so brightly no sorrows remain