Beyond understanding I fold
Within inner conflict, waging warfare
The war cries echo too courageously
The hollow screams of dying men
Forever ingrained into my perspective of consciousness
I hear them now, always shouting, forever shouting
I whisper my reply to their indignation
Cowled in the shadows of their nightmare
That I, as the silent watcher, am responsible for it all
All this, littered with stone and rubble
Moulded around old bone
And there's no escape from the sunrise
The unforgiving sunrise
Called to illuminate the horrifics of a nullified scene
One man clutching a hand to his neck
To find the talisman to which he wept
The peace maker amidst such tragedy
Left alone with no sound but a dead man's breath
