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they were children
who became part of my heart
and they gave me
their unconditional trust
and I promised
that I'd always be there
then they were taken away
and now I don't know where

and now I have bleeding wounds
where little children used to be
I gave them everything I had
and they were taken from me
and now I have bleeding wounds
where my heart used to be
and I have nothing
nothing
nothing
  left of me...

I held them in my arms
when they woke up afraid
when they came home hurt or upset
I was the one they ran to
and I listened to them breathe
as they layed upon my chest
they were all I wanted to live for
now I don't know what to do

and now I have bleeding wounds
where little children used to be
I gave them everything I had
and they were taken from me
and now I have bleeding wounds
where my heart used to be
and I have nothing
nothing
nothing
  left of me...

sing a song for missing children
it's an ode for bleeding hearts
and it's all that I have left now
to keep me... from falling apart

for now I have bleeding wounds
where little children used to be
I gave them everything I had
and they were taken from me
and now I have bleeding wounds
where my heart used to be
and I have nothing
nothing
nothing
  left of me...

  for my children, wherever they are...

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