The moment came when to fight was vital, for war is a disease that closes minds. Seeing more destruction and poverty than ever, I wished to venture into a future of bright!
Alas, what hope can one find in this world if nothing resembles the harmony dreamt? I was one of a quivering troop laid tired, upon a place taken by a deadening plan.
We were greeted by visions of mortal woe, remnants of life scattered without regret. Uncovering earth to bury them all, darkness felt as hunger bashing every step.
With dawn, bloodied leaves fell miserably as a sanctuary of perdition for a heart to steer. We were survivors and guardians of memories, yet what peace brings wasn’t found here.
Good fortune was a treat difficult to find, but light shone on us when a house was seen. A rest, sweet slumber, we gladly said, but night stirs a dread and foul quivering.
(To be alone in a miserable night…)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
