Higher than an eagle can fly
Suited with objectives to see
Whether we match or try?

A tree could fall on its shadow
But when we fall for fantasy
Absence of humanity grow

Hate to tell the stories are lies
Then to see the infants cry
The truths aren't worth the lies

How come rest in peace is after doom?
When we hope peace for the living
And die in vain in a darker room

Let the hopes of a thousand eyes
See the clear image of the reality
And words to console are too lies