These are the forgotten ones These are the lonely ones Terribly tiny, frustratingly lonely Waiting for futures Long since denied them To never know pleasure they see all around them
The priests thought to use them And then to discard them Disposable pleasures And no one ever need know
But the angels were watching And twisted in cruelty They stepped in to take them The little boys so close to death
These are the forgotten ones These are the lonely ones Terribly tiny, frustratingly lonely Waiting for futures Long since denied them To never know pleasure they see all around them
little hands clutch at your fingers cold and remorseless and paler than death grasping for pleasures long since forgotten and never once satisfied in the pink flush of life but the life will decay as the pink fades to gray flesh doesn’t grow older or lose its shape a frozen eclipse, no more shines the sun, past vanity’s tender embrace
The last breath of life The faint spark of innocence Erased in a moment And it was replaced with the cold
These are the forgotten ones These are the lonely ones Terribly tiny, frustratingly lonely Waiting for futures Long since denied them To never know pleasure they see all around them