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In the dead of the night

The silent scream and cry

Though no one can hear them

They often tend to wonder why.



The haunting music of the past

Plays in the memories of dead

Eerie cries and drowning screams

Hurt the broken heart instead.



The numbing tears of crippled eyes

Dance against the pale moonlight

Cooling breeze upon the skin

Makes the pain quickly ignite.



Senses stopped no where to go

Ghostly images haunt the mind

Of scared young children all alone

Truths and lies all in due time...