Purgatory

Stillness is as silence, the darkness creeps around.
Although you cannot hear or see the shadows move about.
They're playing in the graveyard whilst your tucked up safe and tight.
These little beings scare those whose hearts still beat with pride.

When they've left the world behind our children move away.
Until they've had they're time on earth they haunt us night by night.
Always playing by the church after the sun goes down.

They creep along the roadside dragging they're tiny feet, the darkness has them in his grip calling them.
Their screams have faded, as has the light that shone from their hearts.
In the darkness they drown.

The children dream of life again but stillness they must keep.
For noone hears they're lonely cries, as the wind sweeps them away.
Forever our children, dead to us, in his torture shall stay.