Do You Still Believe?

The broken doll;
The old toy horse;
The burned crib;
The destroyed mirror.

Ring around the rosy.

It rains ashes;
People run in fear;
The plague reaches its end;
Effecting everyone.

Pocket full of posy.

Screams are heard;
Far and wide;
A mother sits;
In her childs room;

Ashes to Ashes.

She burns with the remains;
Of her old life;
No one survives;
No one dies.

We all fall down.