Here I feel the tears
Making their way
Racing their way
Marking the scars forever.

Here I think I hear
The sweet lullabies
Settling on my eyes
Drowning me in darkness.

Here I think I smell the sadness
Making way for me
Taking away from me
My joys.

But still I think
The spark's still there
It begs to reignite
Its pledge to take up a fight
And we will be the
Few of the ones
Who survived...
Another night.