shouts of silence, goes the cry

with tears of sorrow and no reply

who will listen who will try

only alone they learn to thrive

days had come and days had gone

love was blissful when it shone

the hands that held them, hands of love

Or days where art thou all enthroned

every day a voice is heard

every day a life is lost

children die with no one care

yet we have you, would you lend a voice