The Children


If life were to end right now,
In the midst of all this chaos,
Would I cry for the world?
I think not.
I would not cry for the world,
Because it has not cried
For the pitiful children
Of love.
It has not shown mercy
For those who need it most.
It has not shown mercy
For the children of Despair,
Its own children.
If I were to die
In the midst of all this chaos,
Would the world cry for me?
I think not.
Only a few
Would cry for me,
As I would cry for them.
Only a few would help
The children of Love.
Only a few
Would help their own children,
The children of Despair.
Only a few would cry for Love.
I would cry for them.

Black Days


Lost
Despair
What It Means When God Says, "No Comment"
Failure
I Broke The Mirror
Orion's Belt
Black Days
Desperation
The Things I Can't Remember
The Sounds of Emptiness
Lonely Shadows
A Plague of Innocence
Streetlife
13 Days 'Til December
Free Again
The Children
Desperate Seasons
Roadmap
Napoleon's Cruise Ship
Bent Corners
The Little Stuff
Lifeblood
Chains
Velocity
The 7 Degrees of Death
Colour
When We Were Younger
Speculation and Demise
To My Love
Solar Journey
Message
1967
Soon
Gift and Pages
Water
Fire
Human Apology
Stone
Burden
Out Loud
Wishmaker
Greyhound
The Muse
Help
Machine
Ink Blots
The Tragic Muse

Text August C. Bourré Version 2.0