Mother, Father are weeping

Mother, father are weeping Because the heavens didn’t send their heart a soul The wind, their house is breaking And the morning is very cold Outside they find With the earth in the sky That their sound is not here Nor is it nearby There's a train screaming angels to lower their heads And a cold concrete block reeking of death When no one was there When no one was sent A crowd turned desire Now all has been spent There's a stone in the morning summer air And a clock that is ticking everywhere A heart that is beating alone and cold And a sound of weeping taking hold Mother, father are weeping Because the heavens didn’t send their heart a soul The wind, their house is breaking And the morning is very cold And outside lay bones of those before The soil is crying with them all And the sky opens up for one last look But looks away for it mistook That the two were still alive.