I awake to the smell of burning sky
the beautiful clouds where the birds once flew.
I cover my ears but still hear a shrill cry,
the people are dying but what can I do.
I'll sit here and weep,
'til the fighting has stopped.
until death falls asleep,
I'll hide under this rock.
Then step into the city,
and burst into tears.
As this was once pretty,
but now harbours all fears.
Kids cry in the street
in vast amounts of pain
on the very same street
they once danced in the rain.
I'll put the gun to my head
without thought or a care
i may as well be dead
because to live i would not dare.
