Divine Design

We divine a deep design
It's clear that to kill is a crime
A sweet child gathers keen knives together
Tell me, oh, silent breeze
Tell me through whispers of trees
Melody is full of grief
It throws doubt on the design

We regain our way again
It seems that day breaks
Don't change into a stranger
We're friends forever
Tell me, oh, silent breeze
Tell me through whispers of trees
Memory is full of grief
It throws doubt on the design
Why?

Tell me, oh, silent breeze
Tell me through whispers of trees
Melody is full of grief
It throws doubt on the Divine Design
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