Cry For the Children - Lonesome, a Ghost Story

"Cry for the children for they are not here. Cry for the children hold back not a tear. My sadness and sorrow so heavy I'm weak. They are not here nor where I did seek. Cry for the children, who in the yard were at play. Cry for the children, who in the yard did not stay. The blood on the ground... the torn hat and dress, Cry for the children... 'Twas nothing but mess. I fear they've been dragged away and eaten. I swore if I found them I'd give them a beaten. Cry for the children they never returned, Cry for the children their things I did burn. My pain tore me down so far and so low, My soul and my heart were ever in tow. I fell so far my life I did take, Cry for the children and not for my sake." From my short story, "Lonesome", A Ghost Story.