They had been forgotten, left to rot here

Most of them were dejected, trembling with fear,

Cut up in pieces, left discarded on the ground

Withering, decaying yet there was no sound.

The crys were silent, the tears dropped carefully

With their shrivelled, wounded and injured body

They were set in a melancholy of a thousand years.

Oh someone come get us after all these centuries!

We long for your warm embrace, we long for someone

That could pick us in a gentle manner up to the sun!

We need care, to be polished and loved,

Wash us of our dirt, wash us of our blood!

Oh, I did have some pity for their abandoned souls

They maybe were meant for this though , I suppose

Just hoping, waiting for some loving sun beams

Oh, yes waiting were those little forgotten dreams.