Sad as the dark night, Nothing bring joy to my senses, Trees crying in sad dance, Enslaved by their roots. Sleeping moon, dry breeze. Just the abuse of the tyrant consuming my thoughts. Who will close the wounds Of so many hearts? Who will silence The echo of the screams? Begging now to the stars To shine in the fields, Taking the shadows Of pain, the broken flowers From my hands, Sweet water wash Hate from the human heart, The tears of so many eyes,,,,,, Transforming our spirits Into substance and reason, Flying like albatrosses, Into the blue sky.
