Cold November air comes through
The cracked windows' panes
It chills the empty rooms
And fills them all the same

The frozen house is vacant
Once filled with friendly thoughts
But all of that is gone now
Covered up with winter's frost

Death has never lived here
Nor has pungent hate
But child's cries were always heard
And rescues always came too late

The lonely children never slept
Eyes grew tired but never closed
They never felt the warmth of love
And the hurt they felt was never shown
 
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