I cast a shadow behind silhouettes that have reached their point of endless fears,
bricked and cemented with lifeless cheers
A small figure of honesty of what my hope brings
but its taken away through the mark of each casualty

the sea is beyond a place of confinements
precious souls waiting for their signs and
precious hearts waiting for their rides back home...

homes stripped through straws and eyes of populations
views which carry worthless words of indications
all the spit and nasty stares that compile,
nothing will accompany them but the ignorant's wails