Screams and yells sound throughout these quiet halls
No one from the outside can tell
they see smiles and laughter
I can see though...
I can see every wrong,
I can see the blood on the walls
I can hear the innocents voices taken away
Forever to be silenced
Spring turns to winter
Nothing grows, everything is dead.
The light which was once there hides fearful of the dark.
This eternal winter consumes the lives of those who dwell for too long
Fists bang on broken glass
Never to be heard
Hearts once loving and warm
Turn to stone and hatred
People looking turn their heads
As if nothing is wrong
But I can see
I can see