Children who die are
not really gone,
But go to a place that is something like home,
Where they sleep the deep sleep, as quiet as stone,
Until we can join them when our lives are
done.
Children who die are
not really dead,
But just like good children tucked into bed,
Wait the long wait while we go ahead
Till our tales are all told, and our tears are all
shed.
Children who die feel
no pleasure or pain
In the place where they wait till they see us again,
And all of us dance in a world washed with rain
Where the sun shines so brightly no sorrows
remain.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Audio and Video Music: Life. By Damiano Baldoni. Performed by Damiano Baldoni at the
Free Music Archive under an Attribution license.