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!