In the crevice of disorder, tempers creak,
Abandoned little children, hopelessness spawns.

In the crevice of disorder smiles matter,
Souls of little children are easily shattered.

In the crevice of disorder, evil does seep,
hopelessness, Iike hoarfrost, creeps.

In the crevice of disorder, God's voice is silent,
Seen are little children, voice's being quiet.

In the crevice of disorder, rain falls up,
as little children's aspirations fill no cup
While they spiral down...