The haunted mind Is speaking to us Silently we listen. The unscarred body Is blistered within Feeling immense pain. Inwardly I cry My soul weeps Hearing her message of despair. Life is short Memories fail to say goodbye. A valley lies deep cut and crafted.
Stones rise up sharp and structured, forming high walls of sorrow.
Shuffling pebbles round and moulded, pave the way of death. The Children's Memorial Four candles Five hundred mirrors One million flickers of light. Three steps into the chamber. Two hands grasping the rails Ten knuckles slowly turning white. One body filled with courage.