Suffering Of The Masses
As the world is flooded with black
A fire burns to light a shapeless path
The masses cry out and plea for help
Their voices ring for everyone to hear
And those left raise their voices to say:
"We are few but we are strong"
Behind silent walls I hear their screams
I hear them cry out, I hear their screams behind silent walls
I hold this life in my hands
Its head falls back to exhale a last breath
What has happened here?