There's only sad songs in the Souls
No peaceful nights even to the birds & owls
There's no more trusting (life) ,this road
Counting on those close to help lift their load
There's no more stars in the clear sky
Without ears to listen to their lonely cry
There's almost no more reason to fight
Without an armour what's a knight?
There is no destination for their journey
No, not without any strength or money
There's no history to be reported
No fighters, children are unprotected
There's no more hiking the Everest
No room for the mountaneers
No place to call home midst the unrest
There's little if any hope 'neath the rubble
No trust that the quake won't cause more trouble
There's no way help can reach,no channel
And no light at the end of the long tunnel
But there's brotherhood and volunteers
A thudding fall from the tree of hope an Apple
And a percentage worldwide sharing in the plight of Napel