A Thing Called Death

A thing called death, How could it be? That it would take, Both of my babies. October the 25th, The day would be, That my firstborn I would get to see. A life cut short, By a thing called death. My baby boy never, Got to take his first breath. Some time in December, My baby girl Would have been born Into this world. A life cut short, By a thing called death. My baby girl never, Got to take her first breath. This thing called death, How could it be? That something so cruel, Would take my babies.