Little babies, laying on the floor

Both of them, age two and four

Air no longer in their lungs

Necks cut open, red blood flowing on the floor 

The children have gone to the sky

Far above, at heaven's gate

Where there is no pain, no sadness or hurt

They stay above, looking down on us

I wonder what they had really thought

When they laid lifeless on the floor

Did they cry and beg and plead or did they know what was happening?

Are they angry at us? Did they wish to see Mummy first?

I hope and pray that with their voice silenced and their hearts so pure, may they have the joy we promised but never returned 

The children have gone high, to the sky

Far above, to paradise 

Where there is no pain, no sadness or hurt

They stay above, looking down on us

Up in the sky they stay, with smiling face, looking down on us