In the time of dawn
Across town lyes debris of the elite soilders
Engaging the surface of the concrete for the dusty White sands
Desperate to overcome the precautions of the battle
Imagining sounds of the water pouring from its River falls
Helpless and hopeless to escape the battle
With no weapons or shield
Trembling in circles enduring to be free
Imagining in due time the rise of the ground
Will soon to come.