Death of a Child
Tremble in the Winter
cry in the cold
never should have done it
only did what I was told
Blood in your hands
wet with guilt
sin is like that
when your graveyard is built
It will linger on
and never fade
killing all those childhood dreams
was the worst mistake you ever made
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