Poems I love – Ali BAYLAR

White Lion – When The Children Cry

Little child
Dry your crying eyes
How can I explain
The fear you feel inside
´cause you were born
Into
this evil world
Where man is killing man
and no one
knows just why

What have we become
Just look
what we have done
All that we destroyed
You must build
again

When the children cry
Let them know we
tried
´cause when the children sings
The new world
begins

Little child
You must show the way
To a better day
For all the young
´cause you were
born
For the world to see
That we all can live
In
light and peace

No more presidents
And all the
wars will end
One united world under god

When
the children cry
Let them know we tried
´cause when
the children sings
The new world begins

What
have we become
Just look what we have done
All that we
destroyed
You must build again

No more
presidents
And all the wars will end
One united world
under god

When the children cry
Let them know we
tried
´cause when the children fight
Then we know it
ain´t right
When the children break
Let them know
we´re awake
´cause when the children sings
The new
world begins

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

by Edgar Allan Poe, 1849