I do not own immortal rain at all.
I' ll Scream
-Freya' s P. O. V. -
I' ll scream everytime
Everyday, everywhile
I think of that poor poor child
They do nothing, but laugh all day
And graciously think that all is okay
Their peace is harmonising
But a childs' death is horrifying
And they don' t deserve it at all.
I' ll scream
I can never stop
These images don' t want to be dropped
My violin, I will take
It screams like me
A terrible cry
But I know no other way.
I' ll scream for them
Because of the war
Because I can do nothing
I' ll scream, oh I will scream. . .
I' ll scream to forget. . .
As they cry because they remember
I will forget. . . you
Poor poor child. . .
Why do we have war!