Why must I cry. When I see my children die.
You all are in a race. Please go at a slow pace.
My child of the pure. You were a cure.
I have made your place. With beauty and grace.
You may see you friends. For it is not the end.
There are others who care. Kindness is rare.
Except their kindness. For others suffer hateful blindness.
I am the one who started it all. Do not be afraid to call.
I am called your lord. While all I do is sore.
Look at me as equal. Even though I may have power. Do not build me a tower.
The world is yours. So don't forget your chorus.
Now child fly to me. So I can see.
You are pure and a cure.
Now go to your place as your past family can see your face.
Don't worry my children. For you all have a place. No matter your case.
