The knife cuts into ragged flesh,
The room is filled with screams.
A child watches with teary eyes,
He hopes it's just a dream.


There is no way to stop it now,
For the deed it has been done.
But it is far from over,
For a battle must be won.


Two men aproach the crying boy,
And then leed him away.
His sobbing fills the corridors,
As night turns into day.


He finds himself tiring,
It's hard to stay awake.
He tries to think of better times,
So many birthday cakes.


And then the word comes to him,
greif surrenders to the joy.
For where a dying woman lay,
Now sits a baby boy.