Our portraits faded In this land of no opportunities we bought a little hope and earned a little tear No colour for our eyes No glitter for our lips
Our flowers died No apples,nore oranges No birds in our gardens Hell is cold now Heaven's too far Battles started and seem to have no end My nails are ****** from digging bones from the dirt Digging bones from the flesh My womb is hungry for peace
In this land of no opportunities only cascets travel the road at day Only death by night
Our portraits faded Rings and earrings Tapistries from the walls Tiny hidden notes All gone
Letters travel with no destination They will tell stories to the nations yet unborn Mournings travel even faster They will write elegies to the children unknown
Years shall pass Armies will march Songs shall be written and sang Our portraist will be drawn But no earth shall rise from these waters No earth shall rise from these graves Yesterday was too soon Tomorrow all will be gone