We are the lost children

Of a summer storm

We burst to life

In a waive of thunder

Our fingers trailing in the lightning

The world saw us for our scars

They barred their windows

Blocked their doors

We are the lost children

Of the falling leaves

To be buried beneath the foliage

Fertilizer for tomorrow

We are the lost children

Of winter night

Our lips purple and blue

Fingers cracked and broken

We are the lost children

Of the spring dew

When mothers and fathers see us

With bright eyes

With great hopes

We are the lost children

Of a summer storm

Where the cycle begins anew

Lost are the hopes and dreams of spring

We are the lost children