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 were just to frail.

They couldn't take it anymore,
and one by one they fell to the floor.
They're screaming out in pain,
whilst getting wet in the rain.
Losing their child,
I just smiled.

For listen~
no more children screaming.
Yes listen~
no more children scheming.
Listen~
no balls falling in my backyard
Listen~
no more daring children in my yard.

For now they are gone,
they are where they belong.
Far far away from me,
yes now I'm truly free.
Their pranks are no more,
for now they're in the floor.

But now their mothers offly loud,
even came with a giant crowd.
Can't I have a little peace?
Yes their cries I'll come to cease.
Soon their children they will meet,
now isn't that very sweet?


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