Sometimes I can't sleep
I think about our beautiful blue world
In flames
I think about streets full of
Broken glass
Blood spilled over stones and ashes
Distant screams and close explosions
Mortar flashes
Whistling sky crashes
Stones and ashes
Stones and ashes
Stones and ashes
Clattering like jagged broken teeth out of the smoke choked sky
Shell shocked orphans shaking
Silent in the rubble
No one to show them the way home
Neither can I
All I can do is cry
And cry
And cry