I hear silent screams throughout the land
Screams echoing through corridors of shame,
ripped out of their fleshly home in a vision of pain
Love child never to be loved
Whirlwind sucked up and killed the dove
Red blood dripping on a white sheet
Quenching another innocent heartbeat

I hear silent screams throughout the land
Across sterilized floor agony does float
Men performing infant death wearing pure white coats
Two lovers touching one is above
Under banners of lust or was it love?
Love tale that never will unfold

I ask “Who loves the little soul?”
I ask “Who loves the little soul?”