Listen~
to the rain drops falling.
Listen~
to the mothers calling.
Oh listen~
to them calling out in pain.
Truly listen~
how they are screaming in vain.

To their babies they cry out,
already dead they want to doubt.
But no sound to be heard,
just a twitter of a bird.
The rain is numbing their calls,
their tears like niagara falls.

Wanting their babies back,
they search till it's black.
Their names they call out,
Yes their names they shout.
But to no avail,
they...