The Immaterial Children

In the dark, every shape creates flashes of fear
And this night's chilly breath is shaking my thoughts like old autumn leaves
Sometimes I'm happen to dream... and I don't know the truth
I'm seeing you... just seeing you... again... holding out
For a non-existent guilt, for every repressed scream
You waited... waited... but your mother was not looking at you
And your not many years were freezing the room and all of the eyes around there
When I saw you... you were dead
Then, I saw a shadow passing by
So I got a bit confused
Don't dry your tears
Now they must see your pain...