Through the tears of a child
a world tries to take it's form
landscapes grow distorted
by a large gathering storm.

For each droplet is a glass lens
a bright prism of constant strain
reflecting all the sorrow
and a young heart filled with pain.

A shimmering bright rainbow
has started to become dull and gray
the joyful hues of happiness
have now started to fade away.

Through the tears of a child
the sounds are so calm and still
the laughter is also silenced
bringing forward an unnatural chill.

A slight whimper, sigh and sob...