They will be no more

The tall man bellows his cries, the child then cries below. Let the child weep and the man linger, for they will be no more. Let his cries of sadness and anger flow, and out of his mouth it shall. No longer shall it be, for they will be no more. When the pitch of night drowns out the light, they will weep no more, for their cries will be strangled by the night, the one that loves them so.