Two children are gone, I am here alone
One is said dead, the other, who knows?
Two children are gone, a father and mother
are home alone.
We know our eldest is gone forever, but
our youngest, we don't know.
Two children are gone, we curse the Yeerks.
Because of their evil, we are alone.
Two children are gone, I cry myself to
sleep,
And dream of the day our family will be
together.
Oh my gosh!!! I've written something that doesn't revolve around Rachel!!! Alert the media!!! Anywho, I know it doesn't rhyme, but poetry doesn't have to, it just needs a 'beat'.