A voiceless shout reminds me Of how life goes, silently Hand in hand with death Reminds me of a dead willow Sadly lost in ukraine That would really love to rest Watching its last dutch sunset And this moving scene reminds me Of how faith blooms so brightly When we face the death Watching its last Dutch sunset I don’t know where they are I don’t know I want them back I want my children back (Begged the grieving mom to russia)