My child dont cry The fire are hungry The Villagers are sleeping the neighboor's house was just made bad. belive me. My child dont cry The shrieks of fire dropping from the skies The Crys of mercy the market didnt go down, it just was build bad. belive me. My child dont cry The Flames of doom dont come closer The Flames fear silence the sky isnt what it is, but falling. belive me. My child dont cry The door is secure The Father of you isnt breathing. Close your eyes, my child Grasp my warmth of my hand, and dont say anything. Rest your head, my shoulder. my baby, i love you. Rest silently and angelic. Innocents is cute. .... My child dont cry The graves are filled The city of rubble my family may fly now away to the sun of warmth. ________________________________ Belive me my child.