Fallen song

A song is falling from the clouds,
as children die among the crowds,
their laughter lay's it's wearied head
upon the streets their feet once tread.
Their blood runs cold upon the ground
while the smell of death creeps all around.
Homes with loved ones trapped inside,
collapse as children play outside.
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers,
are crushed beneath with many others,
dust and death choke out the sky
as in a heartbeat, people die.
Babies in their cradles crushed
beneath the ruins cries are hushed,
the song has fallen down to earth,
we contemplate what life is worth.
I hear about their pain and fears,
and watch them weeping through my tears.