Fatal Lullabye
Here they are now to say goodbye
As they all listen to this fatal lulabye
Abused and torn they curl up in fear
Waiting to see if it'll all be made clear
They're tired of hate and those who persecute
Living this life through, its time to become mute
They've cried and died now like roaming ghosts
Learning this life and all of its hosts
That one's bleeding, spilling the hope she has left
This one's broken, giving up and turning into the deaf
One minute they're happy the next depressed
They're yearning for the days, it's all been repressed
So here they come, bowed before the dead
Digging a hole and making their bed
Here they will tell the world goodbye
As they lay and listen, to this fatal lullaby
*Dedicated to those who were abused, bullied, and broken*
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